[Verse]
        Fmaj7                  E
 I'll be honest, I wasn't devastated
        E7               Am7
 But you could've held my hands through this, baby
Fmaj7                      E7
 Let my mind run underneath warm jets

Fmaj7
 I run my hands through what's left

 But we're getting older, baby
E
 Don't have much longer baby
         E7
 Why am I preaching?
        Am7
 To this choir, to this atheist
Fmaj7                                  E     E7
 Just like mine, versions of these belong to you


Fmaj7
 After a while
                    G
 They're keeping me close to you

Fmaj7
 Just like me, they long to be
G
 Close to you

G
 And that is why
Fmaj7               G
 I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, I
Fmaj7               G