Plus Ones

Intro: D


D                G              Em    G                 D             G
No one wants to hear about your 97th tear, so dry your eyes or let it go
           A                Em             G            A                Em
uncried, my dear. I am all out of love to mouth into your ear, and not above
           G         A                 Em           Em* G* A*
letting a love song disappear before it's written.
          D              G            Em        G
    And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon that was seen
 D                  G             A             Em                G
shooting from the window of your room, to be a spot against the sky's
        A                   Em               G                  A
colossal gloom and land, deflated, in some neighbor state that's strewn with
   Em         Em* G* A*
99 others.


  Em               A                      D              A                Em
     8 Chinese brothers; well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide
             G              A                     Em          G A
and sitting higher than the others, swinging his arms.