Counting Crows - Anna Begins

^AmMy friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." ^GI am not worried I am not overly concerned ^AmMy friend implores me, "For one time only, ^GMace an exception." I am not worried

^AmWrap her up in a package of lies, Send her off to a coconut island ^GI am not worried, I am not overly concerned ^Amwith the status of my emotions "Oh," she says, "you're changing." ^GBut we're always changing

It does not bother me to ^Emsay this isn't love ^CBecause if you don't want to ^Dtalk about it then it ^Emisn't love And ^CI guess I'm going to have to ^Dlive with that But ^EmI'm sure there's something in a shade of ^Cgrey Something in ^Dbetween And ^EmI can always change my ^Cname If that's ^Dwhat you mean

(^Ami, ^G) My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself To make yourself forget I am not worried

® (^Emi, ^C, ^D) "If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to Think about the consequences." She can't stop shaking I can't stop touching her and

^GThis time when ^Ckindness falls like ^Emrain It ^Dwashes her away ^Gand ^CAnna be^Emgins to ^Dchange her mind ^G"These ^Cseconds when I'm ^Emshaking leave me ^Dshuddering for ^Gdays, " she says ^CAnd ^EmI'm not ready ^Dfor this sort of ^Amthing

(^Ami, ^G) But I'm not going to break And I'm not going to worry about it anymore I'm not going to bend and I'm not going to break And I'm not going to worry about it anymore It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..." But it's not all that easy so maybe I should Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before

(^Emi, ^C, ^D) But then I start to think about the consequences Because I don't get no sleepin a quiet room and...

(^G, ^C, ^Emi, ^D) The time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

(^G, ^C, ^Emi, ^D) She's talking in her sleep It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn And every word is nonsense but I understand and Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

(^G, ^C, ^Emi, ^D) Her kindness bangs a gong It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away It's chasing me away She disappears and ^GOh ^CLord,^AmI'm not ready ^Dfor this sort of thing^G