These Pines

	  		E                       A             E 
These pines are not the ones that I'm used to 
                    B           A 
They won't carry me home when I cry 
     E        A         E 
Am I too far gone to recover 
    F#               B 
Or can I return if I try 
         E        A          E 
Should I trade my soul for another 
                B          A 
Learn not to complain anymore 
         E            A             E 
Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy 
     B                E 
Like so many times before 
 
           A 
Yeah these pines 
        E 
Are not mine 
            B 
They don't smell so sweet 
         E 
Like the ones in my mind 
    B 
And I search the needles 
       A 
'Til I run out of time 
      E         B             A 
But I don't see you in these pines 
 
E         B             A 
 
     E           A         E 
Do I stumble or falter my words 
                      B            A 
When I'm saying everything is all right 
        E         A          E 
I'm not one to release my depression 
           F#                       B 
But these trees bring it out every night 
              E               A         E 
Well I don't talk 'cause I'm trying to listen 
                    B                   A 
To the wind take me home through these leaves 
          E        A            E 
But it's quiet and I don't hear nothing 
           B                                E 
'Cause the wind doesn't blow through these trees 
 
           A 
Yeah these pines 
        E 
Are not mine 
           B     
They don't smell so sweet 
         E 
Like the ones in my mind 
    B 
And I search the needles 
       A 
'Til I run out of time 
      E         B             A 
But I don't see you in these pines 
      E         B             A       
No I don't see you in these pines 
 
E    B     A      E    B        A    E 
 
 
another mediocre transciption by missez premise