Nightly Progression
Composer: Henning Ohlenbusch
Album: Looks Like I'm Tall - Henning Ohlenbusch
https://youtu.be/EeusFwN83R8


Dm7 XX0565


[verse]
Dm7          C          Dm7             C
This nightly progression is breaking my heart.
Dm7           C                  G
You end up so different than the way you start.
             Fmaj7              Dm7   C
And all your laughing leaves me cold.


[verse] 
Dm7                    C          
Because, to me, it’s regression.
Dm7                C
It’s the loss of a friend.
Dm7             C             G
Your good conversation is now pointless.
             Fmaj7              Dm7  C
And all your laughing leaves me cold.


[chorus]
C           F           C
And all we ever want is more.
           F               C
And all we ever get is the same.
           F              C
And all we ever want is a chance.
           F       C
And all we get are chances.
           F           E7              Am           Fmaj7   
And all we ever really do is stand and stare in the smoky air.


[verse] 
 
Dm7                     C   
There’s not a whole lot happening.
Dm7                        C   
But there’s a whole lot of talking.
Dm7                       C                             G
Do you know that you’re becoming the same person you’re mocking?
                           Fmaj7                      Dm7  C
It’s gradual and then it’s shocking and it leaves you old.


[chorus]
C           F           C
And all we ever want is more.
           F               C
And all we ever get is the same.
           F              C
And all we ever want is a chance.
           F       C
And all we get are chances.
           F           E7              Am           Fmaj7   
And all we ever really do is stand and stare in the smoky air.


[Instrumental Section]
C G G C
C G G Am G C F G C


[chorus]
C           F           C
And all we ever want is more.
           F               C
And all we ever get is the same.
           F              C
And all we ever want is a chance.
           F       C
And all we get are chances.
           F           E7              Am           Fmaj7   
And all we ever really do is stand and stare in the smoky air.