I painted your room at midnight,
So I'd know yesterday was over.
I put all your books on the top shelf,
Even the one with the four leaf clover.
Man I'm getting older.
I took all your pictures off the wall,
And I wrapped them in a newspaper blanket.
And I haven't slept in what seems like a century.
And now I can barely breathe.
Just like the crow chasing the butterfly,
Dandilions lost in the summer sky.
'Cause when you and I were gettin' high as outer space,
I never thought you would slip away.
I guess I was just a little too late.
Same all the way through except for solo: D#, A#, F