'Waiting for the Miracle' by Cohen Leonard - Guitar Tutorial

            Intro: Em

 Em
Baby, I've been waiting
D                   Em
I've been waiting night and day

I didn't see the time
D           Em
I waited half my life away
        D
There were lots of invitations
                Ebdim  B7
And I know you sent me some
       Em   D
But I was waiting
      C   D       Ebdim       B7   Em
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

I know you really loved me
But, you see, my hands were tied
I know it must have hurt you
It must have hurt your pride
To have to stand beneath my window
With your bugle and your drum
And me I'm up there waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah I don't believe you'd like it
You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgements are severe
The Maestro says it's Mozart
But it sounds like bubble gum
When you're waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

 Am
Waiting for the miracle
      Em
There's nothing left to do
B7
I haven't been this happy
       Em
Since the end of World War II

           Am
Nothing left to do

When you know that you've been taken
           Em
Nothing left to do

When you're begging for a crumb
           C
Nothing left to do

When you've got to go on waiting
 Ebdim                B
Waiting for the miracle to come

Yeah I dreamed about you, baby
It was just the other night
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light
The sands of time were falling
From your fingers and your thumb
And you were waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let's get married
We've been alone too long
Let's be alone together
Let's see if we're that strong
Yeah let's do something crazy
Something absolutely wrong
While we're waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

Nothing left to do
When you know that you've been taken
Nothing left to do
When you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
When you've got to go on waiting
Waiting for the miracle to come

When you've fallen on the highway
And you're lying in the rain
And they ask you how you're doing
Of course you say you can't complain
If you're squeezed for information
That's when you've got to play it dumb
You just say you're out there waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come