I

wish

you'd

walk

in

a-

gain

I-

ma-

gine

if

you

just

did

I'd

fill

you

in

on

the

things

you

missed

Oh

sleep-

less

night,

a

grown

up

man

dressed

i-

n

white

Who

I

thought

might

just

save

y-

our

life

But

he

coul-

dn't,

so

you

died

I

don't

like

it,

now

you're

de-

ad

It's

not

the

same

when

I

scratch

my

own

head

I

have-

n't

got

the

na-

ils

for

it

And

I

know

that

God

does-

n't

e-

xist

And

a-

ll

of

the

pa-

laver

s-

u-

rround-

ing

it

But

I

like

to

think

you

h-

ear

m-

e

some-

times

So

I

r-

eached

for

a

bo-

rrowed

fl-

eece

From

my

d-

ad

or

from

De-

nise

Al-

w-

ay-

s

try-

ing

to

keep

w-

arm,

when

you're

the

sun

I

sat

with

you

be-

s-

ide

your

bed

and

c-

ri-

ed

For

things

that

I

w-

ish

I'd

said

You

still

had

your

n-

ails

red

And

i-

f

I

live

past

se-

ve-

nty

two,

I

ho-

pe

I'm

h-

alf

as

c-

ool

as

you

I

got

my

pen

and

t-

hought

that

I'd

write

A

me-

lo-

dy

and

line

for

y-

ou

to-

night

Think

that's

how

I

make

things

feel

al-

right

Made

i-

n

my

room,

this

s-

im-

ple

tune

Will

a-

l-

ways

keep

me

c-

lose

to

you

The

crowds

will

sing

their

v-

o-

ices

ring

And

it's

like

you

ne-

ver

left

But

I'm

be-

r-

eft

you

see

I

think

you

can

tell

I

haven't

been

do-

ing

too

well