Empty Pockets

EMPTY POCKETS
 
Empty pockets, nothing to weigh me down
No reason to keep my feet on the ground
So I drifted off, and up to the clouds
With no plans to come back down

When I left I was still alone
How would I find my way back home?

You ɾeached out to [C7]me and [Bm]you [A7gave me your hand
Gave me a ɾeason [C7]to [C7]help me understand
You said “Don’t worry, we’ll get there soon”
‘Cause baby it’s me, and [Bm]baby it’s you

You brought me back, we found the ground beneath our feet
Settled down to [C7]a life thats hard to [C7]beat
But it ain’t always laughter and [Bm]sunshine
No it gets hard and [Bm]confusing at times

We get lost more than you’d know
But we always find our way back home

You ɾeached out to [C7]me and [Bm]you [A7gave me your hand
Gave me a ɾeason [C7]to [C7]help me understand
You said “Don’t worry, we’ll get there soon”
‘Cause baby it’s me, and [Bm]baby it’s you

Since you [A7came for [Dm7]me
I found the man I want to [C7]be
Together we’re stɾonger than ever
Looking forward to [C7]forever