_ _ _
A _ _ I
B don't believe everything happens for
A a reason.
_
D _ _
Em To us romantics out here,
D that amounts to high treason.
I
A _ .
don't go in for your star _ -crossed lover.
_
D In the heart of a skeptic, there's
G a question that still
E hovers near.
_ _ _ _
C _ .
For
Gb it
C begs the question, how
F did I ever find
C you.
Now you got me
F ridin' lost,
C _ .
F comin' to frame like
C this one here.
F Baby,
C _ .
who _ are you to
F me.
C _ _ _ _
Em _
Am All
F your left
C-handed kisses were
G just prayed
E to,
Am mother.
F Friend
C to your back, handy
Em love
Am song, _ baby.
C _ But _ _ _ it begs the question, how did I ever find you.
Just an attempt to fill the gap of the great star-crossed lover.
Sea, land, ocean _ .
_ _ _ Got me ridin' lost, _ _ with _ the comin' to frame like
Am this one here.
_ _ _
C _ _ .
_
G _
E _
Am _ _ _
F _ _ .
C _ _ _
G _
E _
Am _ _ _ .
F _ _
C _ _
G _
E _ _
Am _ .
_
F _ _
C _ _ _
G _
E _ .
Am _
Dm The point of your song
C here, miss, is that
G if you really loved
Am me.
You'd risk
F more than a few
C fifty-cent words in
G your
Abm back,
Am handy love song.
For
F it begs the
C question, how did
G I ever find
Am you.
F Driftin' gently through
C the gyre
G of the great star
Am-crossed sea,
F Atlantic
G Ocean.
_ _ The
Am point of
F your song here,
C miss, is.
Got me
G ridin' lost,
Am so.
Is that
F you really
C love me.
With the comin' to frame
Am like this one here,
F baby.
Baby,
C to the love of
G your back, handy
Em love song _ _ _ .
_ _ _
Gb _
Ab _
A _ _ _ .
Now it's time for the handsome little boogie.
_ Now _
D _ _ _
Bb.
it's
Dm time to tie up all the loose ends.
A Am I still a skeptic.
Or did you make me a believer _ _ .
D _ Did _ you hear the _
Dm _ _
D receiver _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
N _ .