E
My home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years
A C#m B
That day will come and all I've done will render
A
forgotten
E
Old VHS tapes, the broken arm and the baby
A C#m B
My first bike ride when my dad told me he
A
wouldn't let go of the seat
E
VHS videos, "Here he is, the man of my dreams"
A C#m
Now those tapes, that meant everything to me,
B A
aren't even fit for a yard sale
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
And my friends are hurting
E C#m A
verse 2
N.C.
A
Unaware, or well aware, they're living and dying
E
Feel the money magic, the forest like a couch
A C#m B
Can you forget those days of vast daring, lone
A
poplar five dollar bills?
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
And my friends are hurting
E
It hurts
C#m
When friends are hurting
B A G# A
Now my friends are hurting
Instrumental
E C#m A
Outro
E C#m
It hurts
A
When friends are hurting
E C#m
It hurts
A
When friends are hurting
E
Now my friends are hurting
End on E