| B | E | |
| She loved him like he w | as the last man on earth |
| F# | B | |
| Gave him eve | rything she ever h | ad |
| B | E | |
| He'd break her spirit down t | hen come a-loving up on her |
| F# | B | |
| Give a li | ttle Take it b | ack |
| B | E | |
| She'd tell him about her dreams h | e'd just shoot them down |
| F# | B | |
| Lord, he lo | ved to make her c | ry |
| B | E | |
| You're crazy for believing Y | ou'll ever leave the ground |
| F# | B | |
| Said only an | gels know how to f | ly. |
| CHROSU: |
| G#m | F# | |
| And with a broken wing s | he still sings |
| E | B | |
| She keeps an eye on the s | ky |
| G#m | E | |
| With a broken wing s | he carries her dreams |
| F# | B | |
| Man, you o | ught to see her f | ly |
| B | E | |
| Sunday morning s | he didn't go to church |
| F# | B | |
| He wonders w | hy she didn't le | ave |
| B | E | |
| He went up to the bedroom fo | und a note by the window |
| F# | B | |
| with the curt | ains blowing in the br | eeze. |
| go to chorus |