Capo: 5
I wrote a [G]letter on a nothing [D]day
I asked some[G]body "Could you send my [D]letter away?"
"You are too [G]young to put all of your [D]hopes in just [G]one envelope"[D]
I said good[G]bye to someone that I [D]love
It's not just [G]me, I tell you it's the [D]both of us
And it was [G]hard like coming off the [D]pills that you [G]take to stay [D]happy
Someone a[G]bove has seen me do al[D]right
Someone a[G]bove is looking with a [D]tender eye
Upon her [G]face, you may think you're a[D]lone but you [G]may think a[D]gain
If I could do just [G]one near perfect thing I'd be [D]happy
They'd write it on my [G]grave, or when they scattered my [D]ashes
On second thoughts I'd [Em]rather hang about and be [G]there with my best
friend if she [D]wants me
And far a[G]way somebody read the [D]letter
He conde[G]scends to read the words I [D]wrote about him
And if he [G]smiles, it's no more than a [D]genius [G]deserves
For all your [D]curious [G]nerve and your [D]passion
I'm going [G]deaf, you're growing melan[D]choly
Things fall a[G]part, I don't know why we [D]bother at all
But life is [G]good and "It's always worth [D]living at [G]least for a [D]while"
If I could do just [G]one near perfect thing I'd be [D]happy
They'd write it on my [G]grave, or when they scattered my [D]ashes
On second thoughts I'd [Em]rather hang about and be [G]there with my best
friend if she [D]wants me
If you think [G]to yourself "What should I [D]do now?"
Then take the ba[G]ton, girl, you better [D]run with it
There is no [G]point in standing in the [D]past cause it's [G]over and [D]done with
I took a [G]book and went into the [D]forest
I climbed the [G]hill, I wanted to look [D]down on you
But all I [G]saw was twenty miles of [D]wilderness [G]so I went [D]home
I wrote a [G]letter on a nothing [D]day
I asked some[G]body "Could you send my [D]letter away?"
"You are too [G]young to put all of your [D]hopes in just [G]one envelope"[D]
I said good[G]bye to someone that I [D]love
It's not just [G]me, I tell you it's the [D]both of us
And it was [G]hard like coming off the [D]pills that you [G]take to stay [D]happy
Someone a[G]bove has seen me do al[D]right
Someone a[G]bove is looking with a [D]tender eye
Upon her [G]face, you may think you're a[D]lone but you [G]may think a[D]gain
If I could do just [G]one near perfect thing I'd be [D]happy
They'd write it on my [G]grave, or when they scattered my [D]ashes
On second thoughts I'd [Em]rather hang about and be [G]there with my best
friend if she [D]wants me
And far a[G]way somebody read the [D]letter
He conde[G]scends to read the words I [D]wrote about him
And if he [G]smiles, it's no more than a [D]genius [G]deserves
For all your [D]curious [G]nerve and your [D]passion
I'm going [G]deaf, you're growing melan[D]choly
Things fall a[G]part, I don't know why we [D]bother at all
But life is [G]good and "It's always worth [D]living at [G]least for a [D]while"
If I could do just [G]one near perfect thing I'd be [D]happy
They'd write it on my [G]grave, or when they scattered my [D]ashes
On second thoughts I'd [Em]rather hang about and be [G]there with my best
friend if she [D]wants me
If you think [G]to yourself "What should I [D]do now?"
Then take the ba[G]ton, girl, you better [D]run with it
There is no [G]point in standing in the [D]past cause it's [G]over and [D]done with
I took a [G]book and went into the [D]forest
I climbed the [G]hill, I wanted to look [D]down on you
But all I [G]saw was twenty miles of [D]wilderness [G]so I went [D]home
