The Graveyard Near the House The Airborne Toxic Event
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb] [Cm]
The other d[Eb]ay, when we were walking by the grave[Bb]yard near the house, you
asked me i[Eb]f I thought we would ever di[Cm]e. And if li[Eb]fe and love both fade so
pred[Bb]ictably, we've made ourselves a ki[Eb]nd of predictable lif[Cm]e.
And so I pic[Eb]tured us like corpses, lying si[Bb]de by side in pieces,
in some da[Eb]rk and lonely bl[Cm]ood under a bow. We[Eb] looked so silly there, all decomposed, half
tur[Bb]ned to dust, in tattered clothes, but we prob[Cm]ably look just as silly now.
Bye bye bye b[Eb]ye, bye bye to all this dog[Bb]ged innocence. I cant prete[Eb]nd that I
can tell you what is go[Bb]ing to happen next, or how to [Cm]be.
But you have [Eb]no [Bb/D]idea a[Cm]bout[Bb] me[Ab], do yo[Eb]u?
And it le[Eb]ft me to wonder if people will ev[Bb]er know each other by just
stum[Eb]bling around like strangers in the da[Cm]rk. 'Cause somet[Eb]imes you seem so
strange to me, I m[Bb]ust seem strange to you. We're like two act[Eb]ors playing our
pa[Cm]rts. Did you mem[Eb]orize your lines? 'Cause I did. Here's the par[Bb]t where I get
so mad, I t[Eb]ell you I cant forget the pa[Cm]st. You get so qui[Eb]et now, and you
seem, somehow, like a lo[Bb]st and lonely child. And you just ho[Eb]pe that the
moment wont l[Cm]ast.
Bye bye bye b[Eb]ye, bye bye to all this dog[Bb]ged innocence. I cant prete[Eb]nd that I
can tell you what is go[Bb]ing to happen next, or how to b[Cm]e.
But you have [Eb]no [Bb/D]idea [Cm]abo[Bb]ut [Ab]me, you have [Eb]no [Bb/D]idea [Cm]abo[Bb]ut [Ab]me, do yo[Eb]u?
So there's al[Eb]ways a way aro[Cm]und. There's some[Eb]thing tying our feet to the
gr[Cm]ound. A moment pa[Bb]ssed, we hate how it sou[Cm]nds.
And it s[Eb]eems a [Bb/D]little l[Cm]ess [Bb]profo[Ab]und. Like we're a[Eb]ll [Bb/D]going the [Cm]same w[Bb]ay d[Ab]own.
Yeah we're a[Eb]ll g[Bb/D]oing the [Cm]same w[Bb]ay do[Ab]wn. I'm just try[Eb]ing[Bb/D] to w[Cm]rite it [Bb]all d[Ab]own.
'Cause I write so[Eb]ngs, and you write lett[Bb]ers. We are tie[Cm]d like two, in
te[Bb]thers. And we ta[Eb]lk and read, and laug[Bb]h and sleep, at nigh[Cm]t in bed,
tog[Bb]ether. And you wa[Eb]ke in tears sometim[Bb]es, I can see [Cm]the thoughts flash
across your e[Bb]yes. They say "Darl[Eb]ing, will you be ki[Bb]nd? Will you be a good
[Cm]man, and stay be[Bb]hind if I get ol[Cm]d?"
And then the let[Eb]ters all pass thr[Bb]ough my head, with the wor[Eb]ds that I[Bb/D] was
t[Cm]old. About the fa[Eb]ding flesh of lif[Bb]e and love, the fa[Eb]ilures o[Bb/D]f the b[Cm]old. I
can li[Eb]st each crippling fe[Bb]ar like I'm read[Eb]ing fr[Bb/D]om a w[Cm]ill.
And I'll d[Eb]efy [Bb/D]every[Cm]one and l[Bb]ove you st[Ab]ill. I will car[Eb]ry [Bb/D]you with [Cm]me up e[Bb]very
h[Ab]ill. If you d[Cm]ie before I d[Bb/D]ie, I'll carve your n[Eb]ame out [Bb/D]of the s[Cm]ky. I'll f[Cm]all
asleep with your m[Bb/D]emory and dr[Eb]eam of w[Bb/D]here you l[Cm]ie.
It maybe bet[Eb]ter to move [Bb]on, and to let l[Cm]ife just carry [Bb]on. And I may be
w[Cm]rong. But still, I'll t[Eb]ry.
'Cause it's be[Cm]tter to l[Bb/D]ove whether you wi[Eb]n or [Bb/D]lose or [Cm]die. Yeah, It's be[Cm]tter
to l[Bb/D]ove whether you w[Eb]in or [Bb/D]lose or [Cm]die. It's b[Cm]etter to [Bb/D]love, and I will l[Eb]ove
you '[Bb/D]til I di[Cm]e.[Eb]
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