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.