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.
