Intro: E|-----------------------------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------------------------| G|-----------------2-----4-4-6-2-2---------------------| D|---0-0-0-0-0---4---0-0-----------0-0-5-4-2-0-0-2-4-2-| A|-------------0---------------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------------------------| G|-----------------2-----4-4-6-2-2---------------------| D|---0-0-0-0-0---4---0-0-----------0-0-5-4-2-0-0-2-0-0-| A|-------------0---------------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------------------------| then D D G D G Boy threw his guitar down and started beating his brow, no matter how hard D A he tried he couldn't justify, D G D G All that wasted time, spent inventing words and rhyme, as the stars and the D A D planets and the clock did laps. D G D You see making up songs is for losers, I should build something she uses, like a G D A box or a bed or cupboards or shelves. D G D G Cause songs are made of air, they can\'t be any use to her, better off trying to A D catch falling aeroplanes. D G D Then girl said boy don't be so stupid, boy don't be so daft, you're not even right A by half. And although you say your songs are fundamentally air, there's also thousands of vibrations that stimulate the ear in such a way that every time I hear D G D G them, they always make me smile, they're just as tactile as a box or a bed or D A D D cupboards or shelves, so boy now stop your moping, your cursing and no-hoping G A D and get back in the saddle. D G D While she was still speaking, towards his feet he's reaching, where lay his guitar. G D His head was swimming in the alphabet, soup letters swirled and words formed, in his heart. He said D G D G I'm going to build a song for us with four verses and a chorus, on real estate your A D G D G words inspired. And there we'll live rent free, sleep on beds of melody and leave the A D key change with the seasons. D G G And so that song he built was hers, with a chorus and four verse, and she woke to A D find him finally asleep.