Steve Martin - You

^DThings h^Gave ch^Aanged, ^Bmrea^Arr^Danged ^GEveryt^Dhing is ^Anew ^DSpir^Gits ^Ahigh, ^Bmall ^Ablue ^Dsky I've ^Gsomeone ^Dto talk^A to ^BmBut when the ^Gnight is ^Ablue ^BmI will ^Gthink of ^Ayou

^DSome^Gone ^Awho l^Bmoves ^Ame ^Dtoo ^GAfter y^Dou with^Adrew ^DKind^Ger ^Aways, ^Bmbet^Ater ^Ddays ^GWords exc^Dhanged are ^Atrue ^BmBut winter ^Gsettles ^Ain ^BmThoughts of ^Gyou be^Agin

^DTell ^Gme h^Aow ^BmI a^All^Dow This ^Gmemory ^Dto go ^Aon ^DIt ^Gis ^Adone, ^Bmon ^Athe ^Drun ^GNothing ^Delse to ^Ado ^BmI know this ^Gmood's ^Aunreal The ^Bmheart takes ^Gtime to ^Aheal

^DTime ^Ggoes ^Aon, ^Bmdays ^Aare ^Dlong ^GSummer's ^Dgone ^AYou

^DSa^Gtur^Aday, ^Bmsadd^Aer ^Ddays ^GSilence ^Dplays ^AYou

And ^Bmwhen the ^Gnight is ^Ablue ^BmI still ^Gthink of ^Ayou