Lyrics
I wrote the words to this song on the back of a pho-to-graph Be-hind your back it goes A li-ttle some-thing like this Is way to big to miss I got a le-tter 'the mail The sen-der failed to let
where it came from O-pened it up and sure e-nough there we were arm in arm a-gain I know it's small b
st call's been called half an ho-ur 'go I know it's late but do you think you could 'least fix it for me Then I'll go
a-lone I swear I won't tell a soul I'll drink this beer and write in fear of a song e-very-bo-dy hates
ge-ddon, let the light in Be-fore we say goo
