Okkervil River - Song of our so-called friend

R^Aemember when our so-called friend would ^Bmnot call out to you while tumbling ^F#mloosely out a hole punched through your ^Dho^Dsus2me' It's ^Apretty clear, though you could hear, you ^Bmtruly finally knew, in time, he'd ^F#mtell his tale the way he'd like it ^Dto^Dsus2ld.

Now he ^F#misn't on the ^Bmphone, and his ^Bmstory might as well be ^Dso.

Well, l^Aoving is as loving does, and ^BmI'd say we should know, because we both have ^F#mloved, have lost, and are ^Dal^Dsus2one. Your ^Aface's falling tears, to me they're^Bm lovely and they're dear, though you ^F#mdon't love me and it's clear that I will^D never see you^Dsus2 in my arms.

There's^F#m no room in your^Bm heart for e^Bmven this finely-sharpened ^Dda^Dsus2rt;

alth^Aough I ^F#mhad start^Bmed to think there might be ^Dhope, it isn't ^Aso. Bridge: A Bm F#m D Dsus2

So ^F#mwake up, make up^Bm some new song ag^Dain around the sa^Ame tune. The water c^Aools, the leaves they fall, the sun it b^Bmends, the summer ends; our so-calle^Dd friend doesn't ^Aneed you.

So pro^Aceed out the door and down the stre^Bmet. December's lying near, but in the ^F#moven's heat this house is now a^D h^Dsus2ome. ^ASixty days of trips and stays you t^Bmook to tell me, dear, that you can^F#mnot love me because you secret^Dly^Dsus2 still love a stone.

Although I ^F#mput my lips to your ^Bmface, trying^Bm to push his kiss out of ^Dits place,

alt^Ahough my h^F#meart star^Bmted to race, now it has ^Dslowed, I'll let it ^Ago.