| A F#m7 | E | A F#m7 | E | A E Andy it's me, haven't seen you in a while F#m D I wished I talked to you more when you were alive A C#m F#m I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy Bm7 E Hello it's me A E I really miss you, I really miss your mind F#m7 D I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time A F#m E I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint A F#m E But when I saw you last I turned away A E When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room F#m D You asked me for some speed, I though it was for you A F#m E I'm sorry that I doubted your good heart A F#m E Things always seem to end before they start A E Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show F#m D Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows A C#m F#m I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you Bm7 E Hello it's me A E "Pop goes pop artist," the headline said F#m D "Is shooting a put-on, is Warhol really dead?" A F#m E You get less time for stealing a car A F#m E I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar A E They really hated you, now all that's changed F#m D But I have some resentments that can never be unmade A F#m E You hit me where it hurt I didn't laugh A F#m E Your Diaries are not a worthy epitaph A E Oh well now Andy - guess we've got to go F#m D I hope some way somehow you like this little show A C#m F#m I know it's late in coming but it's the only way I know Bm7 E Hello it's me - goodnight Andy... | A F#m | E | A F#m | E | A Goodbye, Andy