E F#m
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to
C#m
you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your
A
home?
E F#m
It’s pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally
C#m
knew in time, he’ll tell his tale the way he’d like it
A
told.
C#m A
Now he isn’t on the phone,
F#m A
his story might as well be so.
E F#m
Well, loving is as loving does, and I’d say we should know,
C#m A
because we both have loved, and lost, and are alone.
E F#m
Your face’s falling tears, to me they’re lovely and they’re
C#m
dear, though you don’t love me and it’s clear that I will
A
never see you in my arms.
C#m A
There’s no room in your heart
F#m A
for even this finely-sharpened dart;
E F#m A
although I had started to think there might be hope, it
E
isn’t so.
E F#m C#m A x2
[Bridge]
C#m F#m A E
So wake up, make up some new song again around the same tune.
C#m F#m
The water cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends,
A E
the summer ends; our so-called friend doesn’t need you.
E F#m
So proceed out the door and down the street. December’s
C#m
lying near, but in the oven’s heat this house is now a
A
home.
E F#m
Sixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, dear,
C#m A
that you cannot love me because you secretly still love a stone.
C#m A
Although I put my lips to your face,
F#m A
trying to push his kiss out of its place,
E F#m A
although my heart started to race, now it has slowed,
E
I’ll let it go.
