Chances Are

(Martha Davis)
(c)1999 Clean Sheets Music BMI


A lonely night
An empty room
An open window
With no view
A cloud that
Covers up the moon
A cigarrette
An old sad tune

And meloncholy loves it
When you keep her company
And thanks to you
She'll always have
A friend in need

Just one more chance
To be here when you're gone
Just one more chance
To see you walk away
One more chance to pray
I never get this chance again
Chances are
We're living just this way

I sit here staring at the phone
I turn the radio down low
I hold my breath
And try to hear
Are those your footsteps coming near?

And it's a habit
That I miss you
And it's a habit
That you're gone
You created a perfection
Of how not to love somone

Just one more chance
To be here when you're gone
Just one more chance
To see you walk away
One more chance to pray
I never get this chance again
Chances are
we're living just this way

And if I try I might
Find something here worth saving
If I take all my strength
I might last another day here
But when I see your face
I might forget
How lonley it becomes here
So I guess I'll leave it all up to
Chance

And meloncholy loves it
When you keep her company
And thanks to you
She'll always have a friend in need

Just one more chance
To be here when you're gone
Just one more chance
To see you walk away
Just one more chance to pray
I never get this chance again
Chances are . . .
Chances are . . .
Chances are we're living just this way