Burying Confessions chords

[Bm7]
It's been a long, long win[E]ter.
Seems like months I[A]'ve been on the road.
Interstate inspi[E]ration, dashboard's so [Bm7]cold.
My thoughts overcome[E] me
They escape this [A]cheap motel ball point pen
I guess ther[E]e's too much - t[Bm7]o be said - not [E]written

Not a day goes [E]by
where I don't think I'll m[A]iss her very much
And not an hour [A]passes
where I don't curse h[Bm7]er name
Now she's in Mo[E]ntana
spending time with h[A]er friends
And I'm in midtown sub[E]way station
Praying for[Bm7] the F train.

[A]I've seen a million faces
[E]Sold a few souls
[B7]Broke a few hearts - so I've been t[E]old.
[A]Sometimes I get the feeling
I need to ri[E]ght all my wrongs
[F#m7]Instead of burying my con[B7]fessions in these s[A]ongs

(SAME CHORDS AS EARLIER)

But I can't help but wonder
When it's all said and done
Will I be begging St. Peter
To overlook all my wrongs.
I tried to leave the world
Better than when it found me.
And so I'm longing for home
And the love of my family.

[CHORUS]