G         Fadd9  G Fadd9        G      Fadd9    G/F
I've seen the sun on a funeral,     the full moon in a midday sky
    C          Cmaj7           Am7       C     G    Fadd9   G   Fadd9
Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why
              G     Fadd9     G  Fadd9     G  Fadd9   G/F
I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion
    C     Cmaj7       Am7         C         G   Fadd9  G  Fadd9  G
By now I know the answer's always in the question

G                Fadd9                        C
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
            Em                      D                 Cmaj7     D7
All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
                  Fadd9                         C
More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
                 Em         D    Cmaj7  D7   Cm
I've got to get back to something real with you


G Fadd9 G Fadd9 (x2)

    G     Fadd9     G  Fadd9   G       Fadd9    G/F
I had to call your parents to get your number again
        C       Cmaj7      Am7              C        G  Fadd9 G Fadd9
I was either gonna be the prodigal or the banished friend
            G       Fadd9     G      Fadd9        G       Fadd9       G/F
We were standing against an outside wall, I was afraid of what you'd say
            C          Cmaj7       Am7            C      G Fadd9 G Fadd9
It took me ten years to call you back but here we are today

 G              Fadd9                        C
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
             Em                    D                    Cmaj7  D7
All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
                 Fadd9                         C
More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
                 Em        D     Cmaj7  D7    Cm     Em
I've got to get back to something real with you

    G          Fadd9    G   Fadd9   G      Fadd9       G/F
So life has brought you this: two marriages and three kids
         C       Cmaj7     Am7          C         G  Fadd9 G Fadd9
And me life as slick as ice that finally hit the skids
           G           Fadd9    G   Fadd9
You're as sweet as you ever were
           G    Fadd9    G/F        C    Cmaj7
A slight sickness of regret washes over me
           Am7         C      G
And in the end that's all I get

                 Fadd9                        C
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
              Em                    D                   Cmaj7  D7
All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
                 Fadd9                          C
More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
                 Em      D          Cmaj7
I've got to get back to something real
                 Em      D          Cmaj7
I've got to get back to something real
                 Em      D          Cmaj7    Cm  G
I've got to get back to something real with you