^GRun your fingers through your hair Let's pick up ^Cfrom where we left off C^Gall all your friends, announce the new victory ^C Once you were s^Gweet to me, knock it o^Dff

^CThe music doesn't move you, doesn't soothe you Doesn't prove you're worth a ^Gdime ^CYou work 'round the clock, watch it tick and tock But this^G isn't your tim^De ^CMove over son, it's^G my turn to shine

Was there ever a moment

One small slice in ^Chistory When I took you ^Gseriously?

When your belt and your shoes

^CDid not announce your poor taste so ^Gfearlessly? 'Cause that's news to ^Dme

^CAnd you can forget it, I get it ^GI just don't let it get to m^Ce ^GI regret to inform I do not fret or ^Cmourn The way things ^Gused to be It's all in the past ^Cnow, it's all gone

^CAnd the only way into the ^Gsun ^Cis walking But you'd rather ^Grun You'd rather ^Drun ^Caway

^GThe songs he writes are for "dad" ^CThe true love lost 'fore he ever ^Ghad If stories begun "If father loved ^Cson" We wouldn't be feelin' so ^Gbad But doesn't every^Done?

^CAnd it's not that I hate you ^GI never loved you enough ^Cto hate you ^GTo get even or mad so as not to seem ^Csad Just seems ungrate^Gful ^C'Cause I am thankful I'm ^Gsad

Maybe we're the same unabashed and unashamed

^CThen again, I dunno where you came ^Gfrom You keep carvin' out names ^CFirst Jamie then James ^GAnd I can't keep up to restrain you How ^Dcome?

^CWe two came together for worst and for ^Gbetter It's true ^CAnd the weather is clever But she's not the only ^Gone getting over ^Dyou ^CIt's me, too

^CAnd the only way into the ^Gsun ^Cis walking But you'd rather ^Grun You'd rather ^Drun ^Caway

^GMy god, it's no fun to watch you play ^Cdumb With your ugly hand on her ^Gthigh ^CAnd she's nervous too, but politeness ^Geschews ^GThe impulse to finger ^Cdeny ^GPlus, your girlfriend's a ^Dspy

^CAnd what would she think to look up from her ^Gdrink And find you ^Cin your sad little vest tryin' hard to undress ^GThe girls you sat down next to? ^CShe'll think nothing She'll be thinking of ^Gyou

^GI'm glad I don't know the places you go ^CI'm glad for you and for ^Gthem ^CLet's be discreet if we are to ^Gmeet on Ludlow ever aga^Cin Don't mention ^DBen

^CIt's funny what you miss, it's funny what you ^Gdon't ^CI've thought it all through, the potential to ^Gfondly reminisce is ^Cthis:

I won't

^CAnd the only way into the ^Gsun ^Cis walking But you'd rather ^Grun You'd rather ^Drun ^Caway

^GDon't say we got along That's remarkably ^Cwrong

It doesn't suggest or imply

^GThe thing about us you don't dare ^Cdiscuss We never got along ^Gfamously, we just ^Dtried

^CI tried to be good, I tried to be gracious and ^Gkind But working with ^Cyou has done nothing but ^Gprove a total waste of ^Dtime '^CCause the real curse is your m^Gind

And sometimes at night I stare at the ceiling

And ^Cwonder what's wrong with ^Gme To involve myself with people Who don't know what ^Cmy true feeling ^Gmight possibly ^Dbe

^CWho latch onto my strength like it's all they've ^Ggot ^CIt takes all of my strengths And I go through such ^Glengths To show them ^Cit is not what they ^Gthink ^Cthey are stealing

^CAnd the only way into the ^Gsun ^Cis walking But you'd rather ^Grun You'd rather ^Drun ^Caway

^CYes, the only way into the^G sun^C is walking But you'd rather ^Grun You'd rather ^Drun ^Caway

Jaymay - Youd rather run