Okkervil River - Song about a star

He cut your strings so that ^Ghe could float - lit by lights, lifted by ^Dalcohol - over acres of l^Amoving coast, far away from your l^Conely ghost. ^D Now he's c^Gool and all, floating anchorless. P^Dorts of call: where it's fabulous, ^Amafter all of this watching himse^Clf just crawl. ^D

T^Emhink y^Aou s^Cee h^Gim' H^De's not there, that's just l^Amight that's not yet d^Cead. W^Emait t^Awo ^Chou^Grs and w^Datch what'll be there inst^Amead.

Was he sm^Gall and cold, like a ring you call ^Dup from home, held so tightly his l^Amimbs went numb, worn away between your f^Cinger and thumb' ^D Well, now he's bo^Gught and sold. Cry his call number d^Down the phone, he can't hear you – he's^Am on his float, waving down to the fo^Clks at home. ^D

^EmThink y^Aou s^Cee h^Gim' H^De's not there, that's just l^Amight that's not yet d^Cead. W^Emait t^Awo ^Chou^Grs and w^Datch what'll be there inst^Amead.

^Em As the c^Dameras love a^Cll of his f^Amaces, they h^Gide all the tr^Emaces of y^Dou in his he^Cart. ^Em Stand in l^Gine to hold fo^Crth on his g^Amrace, but you w^Emon't even get a head-s^Amtart, Get a he^Cad st^Dart

As his cl^Gose-up comes cascading down from ab^Dove, the eyes of a nation in l^Amove are looking on all of their h^Copes held ^Dup. And the w^Gords that some screenwriter counted and ch^Dose, and then set in their sequence and f^Amroze, unfreeze on his tongue as he sp^Ceaks for all of ^Dus but o^Gne. And honey, he's g^Done. And baby, he's e^Amveryone's. In the d^Cark sky ton^Dight, cast your e^Gyes on the d^Dim light that he ^Amwill become. You're like e^Cvery^Done Who t^Emhinks th^Aey s^Cee h^Gim H^De's not there, that's just l^Amight that's not yet d^Cead. W^Emait t^Awo ^Chou^Grs and w^Datch what'll be there inst^Amead.