Am
he was crazy, of course
G F
from the first she must have known it
G
but she ***** went on with him
G Am
and never once had shown it
Am
she took him off the streets
G F
and she dried his tears of grieving
G
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G Am
she believed in his believing
C Am G
oh he was the sun burning bright and brittle and
G Am
she was the moon shining back his light a little
F G
he was a shooting star, she was softer and more slowly
Am
he could not make things possible
F Am
but she could make them holy - holy
Am G
well she gave him a daughter and she gave him a son
G F
she was a mother and a wife, and a lover when the day was done
Am
when he was too far gone for giving love
G
what he offered her instead
Am
was the knowledge she was the only thing
F Am
that was not in his head
