Okkervil River - Song of our so-called friend

^ERemember when our so^F#-called friend would not call out to you whil^C#me tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your ^Ahome' It's p^Eretty clear, though y^F#ou could hear, you truly finally knew in ^C#mtime, he'll tell his tale the way he'd like it ^Atold.

Now^C#m he isn't on the phone, ^{A F#}his story might ^Aas well be so.

^EWell, loving is as loving does, and I'd say we shou^F#ld know, because we ^C#mboth have loved, and lost, and are alone. ^{A E}Your face's falling tears, to me they're lovely and they're ^F# dear, though you don^C#m't love me and it's clear that I will ^Anever see you in my arms.

The^C#mre's no room in your heart ^A fo^F#r even this finely-sharpened dart; ^A altho^Eugh I had started to think ^F#there might be hope, it ^A isn't^E so.

So w^C#make up, make u^F#p some new song again around the same^A tune. ^E The water^C#m cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends, ^F# the summer ends; our so-called friend doesn't need you^A. ^E

So proceed out the^E door and down the street. December's ^F# lying near, but in the oven's heat ^C#mthis house is now a ^Ahome. ^ESixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, ^F#dear, that you cannot love me bec^C#mause you secretly still love a s^Atone.

^C#mAlthough I put my lips to your face, ^A trying to p^F#ush his kiss out of its place, ^A although my^E heart started to rac^F#e, now it has slowed, ^A I'll let it ^Ego.