G C
Sugar cubes and rock salt
G D
Poetry and insults
C G
She is in this room, but far away
G D
Philosophy and child's play
G C
Blue sky days, black sky nights
G D
Naked skin, covers, fights
C G
Thinking things I'll never say
D G
It's just one of those days
C D Em
Let me count the ways I love her
C D Em
And then I'll count the ways I don't
Am Em
I would do anything for her
C D Em
Except for what I won't
Am
Em
Not much that I won't
Am Em
G C
Sugar cubes and rock salt
G D
We ante up, then we default
C G
The boredom that her eyes convey
D
We're atheists who kneel and pray
G C
Rising waves, ebbing tides
G D
Holding hands on coaster rides
C G
Black, white, mix to grey
D G
There will be other days
C D Em
Let me count the ways I love her
C D Em
And then I'll count the ways I don't
Am Em
I can say anything to her
C D Em
Except for what I don't
Am Em
Don't know why I don't
Am Em
I wonder why I don't
B G
Today, this kid, he came into my office
B G
Wondering how to ask a girl out
B Em
Said she was the kind of pretty
B G
To scare the words away
Fº
I said "Drop the briefcase,
E
have a cup of coffee
Fº
Talk Romantic poets."
Fº C Am Em
Told him, "Read Elizabeth and John
Fº C Am Em
Miss Barrett Browning and Keats live on
Fº C Am Em
Their words are yours to build upon"
Fº E
I never asked Sara on a first date
Fº C Am Em
Used to read Elizabeth and John
Fº C Am Em
Used to talk so much before time wore on
Fº C Am Em
Which one of us is the most withdrawn?
Fº
I try to speak like Keats wrote:
E
A thing of beauty, end quote
Fº
but words stay stuck in my throat
Fº E
Maybe some other day
Fº E
There will be other days
Fº B
Today is another day...