A                                             A A7
I don't believe everything happens for a reason
D                                                   Dm
To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason
A                                        A A7
I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers
D
In the heart of a skeptic
             G                         E
There's a question that still hovers near


[Verse]

C       F 
For it begs the question
C          F
How did I ever find you
C                F
Now you got me writing love songs
C                F
With a common refrain like this one here, 
C F   
baby

C F x2
C Em Am

Am            F          C 
And all your left handed kisses
             G    Em     Am
Were just prelude to another
F                C            G  Em  Am
Prelude to your back handed love song, 
F  C
baby

C        F
But it begs a question
C          F
How did I ever find you
C         F                 C
Drifting gently through the gyre
          F            C           F    C   F  C 
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
          F            C     F   C
Got me writing love songs
                 F                    
With a common refrain like this one here


[Solo]

Am F C G Em x4


[Verse]

Am     F                  C
The point your song here misses
                  G     Em  Am
Is that if you really loved me
Am             F  
You'd risk more than a few 50 cent
C             G      Em   Am 
Words in your backhanded love song
       F           
So it begs a question
C           G    Em   Am
How did I ever find you
           F                  C
Drifting gently through the gyre
         G       Em    Am        F      C   G Em Am
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean

Am     F                   C
The point your song here misses
              G     Em     Am
You got me writing love songs
              F          C
Is that you really love me
                  G      Em         Am 
With a common refrain like this one here, here (Baby)
F             C               G      Em          E
Is prelude to another of your backhanded love song

[Coda/Outro]

E|--0--2--4--|

A                                        A A7
Now it's time for a handsome little bookend
D                                        Dm
Now it's time to tie up all the loose ends
A                                              A A7
Am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer?
D
If you hesitate, you'll hear the click of the receiver