Fleet Foxes - He dosnt know why

^F#Penniless and ^G#tired, let your ^F#hair grow ^G#long, I was ^Dm#looking at you ^Am#there and your ^G#face looked ^F#wrong, Memo^Am#ry is a ^F#fickle ^G#silent ^F#song I ^G#didn't understand

^F#Image and a l^G#ight as the m^F#orning ^G#nears, you don't ^Dm#say a single ^Am#word of your ^G#last two ^F#years Well ^Am#you will be, ^F#you'll reach ^G#the fron^F#tier I d^G#idn't understand, oh

^F#See your wringing ^G#hands and a ^F#silver ^G#knife Twenty d^Dm#ollars in your ^Am#hand that you ^G#hold so ^F#tight All the e^Am#vidence ^F#of your ^G#vagrant ^F#life My ^G#brother you were born

^F#And you will try to ^G#do what you ^F#did be^G#fore Pull the ^Dm#wool over your ^Am#eyes, for a ^G#week or ^F#more Let your ^Am#family ^F#take you ^G#back to ^F#your ^G#Original mind.

There's noth^C#ing I can do There's noth^F#ing I can do ^C#

There's noth^F#ing I can say^C# I can say