| G | Bm | |
| I am reaching for the mantel where your | picture and a candle stand, |
| Am | C | G | |
| Too harsh a re | minder | to let stay. |
| G | Bm | |
| So I find | a drawer thatâs deep and safe and I turn around |
| Am | C | G | |
| and | I walk away, surprised | that | I have found the strength at last. |
| G | Bm | |
| Every time the phone will ring | I cannot seem to help but think that |
| Am | C | G | |
| maybe it is | you ther | e on the line. |
| G | Bm | |
| But I know itâs not and I must agree it was | all just too hard for |
| Am | C | G | |
| yo | u and me, so the rin | ging goes unanswered | every time. |
| Chorus: |
| D | C | G | |
| Oh, I am l | eft with these | reminders |
| D | C | G | |
| Oh, will t | his hurtinâ eve | r mend? |
| D | C | G | |
| Oh, it hurt | s to turn around and find | you gone |
| Am | C | G | |
| And | me, here all | alone ag | ain. |
| G | Bm | |
| That old man down at the coffee shop still | asks me every time I stop |
| Am | C | G | |
| by the way, ho | wâs t | he nice lady been? |
| G | Bm | |
| I just say youâre doing fine, and I hop | e Iâm right Îcause I hate |
| Am | C | G | |
| lying, and | truth be known Iâm | wishing you all the be | st. |
| G | Bm | |
| But every black car at every red light still | takes my breath cause |
| Am | C | |
| I | know it m | ight be you, and thatâs just something |
| G | |
| I cannot deal with y | et. |
| G | Bm | |
| So I stick to roads that I know you would | never have the cause to go |
| Am | C | G | |
| An | d so far Iâve | only broke | down twice, thatâs right. |
| Chorus |
| G | Bm | |
| It all comes down to just one thought, | we thought we were but |
| Am | C | G | |
| I guess weâre not, a | nd now weâve got r | eminders all ar | ound. |
| G | Bm | |
| Youâve got yours and Iâve got mine and | someday weâll turn around and |
| Am | C | G | |
| Find that some | where in the | middle the truth was ly | ing. |
| D | C | G | |
| And oh, weâll be f | ree of these | reminders. |
| D | C | G | |
| Oh, man, this old | hurt will fin | ally mend |
| D | C | G | |
| Oh, it wonât hurt | to turn and | find you gone |
| Am | C | G | |
| And | me, here all | alone ag | ain. |
| Solo |
| Outro: G Bm Am C G |