| F#m | E | Eb | B |
| D A (x4) |
| VERSE 1: |
| D | A | D | A | |
| Cath, | she | stands |
| D | A | D | A | |
| With a well | intentioned-man |
| D | A | D | A | |
| But she | can't | re | lax |
| D | A | D | A | |
| With his | hand on the | small of her | back |
| VERSE 2: |
| D | A | D | A | |
| And as the | fl | ashbulbs | burst, |
| D | A | D | A | |
| She | holds a | smile |
| D | A | D | A | |
| Like | someone would | hold |
| D | A | D | A | |
| A | crying child |
| CHORUS: |
| F#m | E | Eb | B | D | A | D | A | |
| And soon ever | ybody will | ask | what be | came of you |
| F#m | E | Eb | B | D | A | D | A | |
| When your heart was | dying | fast | and you didn't | know what to | do |
| D A (x4) |
| VERSE 3: |
| D | A | D | A | |
| Cath, | it | seems |
| D | A | D | A | |
| That you | live in someone | else's dream |
| D | A | D | A | |
| In a | hand-me- | down wedding | dress |
| D | A | D | A | |
| With the | things that could've | been, all | repressed |
| VERSE 4: |
| D | A | D | A | |
| But you | said your vows |
| D | A | D | A | |
| And you | closed the door |
| D | A | D | A | |
| On so | many men |
| D | A | D | A | |
| Who would've | loved you more |
| CHORUS: |
| F#m | E | Eb | B | D | A | D | A | |
| And soon everyb | ody will a | sk | what bec | ame of you |
| F#m | E | Eb | B | D | A | D | A | |
| When your heart was d | ying f | ast | and you didn't k | now what to d | o |
| CHORUS: |
| F#m | E | Eb | B | D | A | D | A | |
| The whispers th | at it won' | t l | ast roll | up and down | the | pe | ws |
| F#m | E | Eb | B | |
| But if their hearts w | ere dy | ing | that fast they'd have done |
| D | A | D | A | |
| the | same as you |
| D | A | D | A | |
| And I've done the | same as | you |
| F#m E End on: Eb |