| G | Am | D | G | C | C/B | Am | |
| What | do we | call it | now it isn't | marri | age anymo | re |
| C | C/B | Am | D | |
| Call it | new | call it | different it's not the way it was bef | ore |
| G | D | Em | Am | |
| Out of | all the words to | choose from there's | only one that | fits |
| C | C/B | Am | D | |
| Call it | what you | want to I just call it | quits |
| C | Am | G | G/G# | Em | |
| We've | come down to the | place where | love | never | fits |
| C | C/B | Am | C | Cm | G | |
| Call it wh | at you | want | I just | call it | quits |
| Am | D | G | C | C/B | Am | |
| Turn and | walk | away cross the | dessert | of our | hearts |
| C | C/B | Am | D | |
| Love | turns to | sand and we've run out of t | ime |
| G | D | Em | Am | |
| You | know we once had | something no | words could tear | apart |
| C | C/B | Am | D | |
| Now | you be | yours and I'll be | mine |
| C | Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| We've | come down to a | place where | love | never | fits |
| C | C/B | Am | C | Cm | G | |
| Call it wh | at you | want | I just | call it q | uits |
| Am | D | G | |
| Tell all our | friend ab | out it |
| C | C/B | Am | |
| T | hat we | just don't | care |
| C | Am | D | |
| Tell them dreams are | flowers and that our gardens b | are |
| G | D | Em | Am | |
| Call it | separation independ | ence divor | ce if that word | fits |
| C | C/B | Am | D | |
| Call it | what you | want to I just call it q | uits |
| C | Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| We've | come down to a | place where | love | never | fits |
| C | C/B | Am | C | Cm | G | |
| Call it wh | at you | want | I just | call it q | uits |
| >From The Clear Sailing LP 1977 Asylum Records |