Chords with lyrics
Verse:
C Am
We wrote our Dear John letters in the same pen
G C
And before the ink was dry they were already stamped and sent
C Am
Yours to West Berlin and mine to Kent
G C
And they sat side by side until they went
Verse:
C Am
Your Sunday school script was packed in tight
G C
Careful and considered in the faltering bathroom light
C Am
Mine in the spidery hand in which I still write
G C
I thought of every line as a fuse ready to light
Chorus:
F C
They came back broken they came back bent
F C
And expected us to be what they thought they’d left
G
And though we weren’t quite whole
F
Turned out we were all
C
Each other needed to grow old
Verse:
C Am
The thick skin on my back grew hard to cut
G C
I’m sure the words were sharp but they never stuck
C Am
We sat back pretty easy and we watched the decades bend
G C
Home, bus stop, shop, bus stop and home again
Chorus:
F C
They came back broken they came back bent
F C
And expected us to be what they thought they’d left
G
And though we weren’t quite whole
F
Turned out we were all
C
Each other needed to grow old
Verse:
C Am
Now my stiff limbs jerk across the station concours
G C
Like a wind up toy forced to walk
C Am
And you’ve been dead six years now though sometimes it feels like more
G C
And I am old, I am old
C Am
You’ve been dead six years now though sometimes it feels like more
G C
And I am old, I am old