Okkervil River

You can ^A only talk so much about things
that are ^D never, ever going to happen.
My ^A brother's at home with his dog and his cat
and his ^D wife is at a ^E friend's.
You can ^A only go on so long about feelings
that ^D never, ever actually touch you.
No ^A matter how much she told him “I love you,”
he ^D found it would ^E depend
on the ^Bm gifts that he bought ^E her, ^{Esus E}
or how ^Bm badly she was ^E hurt ^{Esus E}
when the ^Bm boss was cruel at ^E work. ^{Esus E}
But he'd just ^D say “I love you,” and he'd reach out to ^E her.
He was ^A feeling like shit when I came to visit
and ^D walked through the door of his tiny apartment.
We ^A went for a walk through the park by the market
so ^D we could get some ^E air.
And I ^A told to him all things intended to help him,
e ^D specially that, simply because it was ending,
that ^A that didn't mean she was always pretending.
R ^D eal happiness was ^E there.
I could ^Bm see and I could ^E tell: ^{Esus E}
it was ^Bm real love that they ^E felt. ^{Esus E}
And I'm ^Bm sorry it didn't end ^E well, ^{Esus E}
but some ^D things just don't - that's life, and you shouldn't blame ^E yourself.
And ^A all of these things, well, I truly believe them.
Our ^D paths and our futures are hidden in mists
that are ^A stretching out over impossible distances,
^D totally ob ^E scured.
And I ^A really do think that there's probably more good
than ^D anger or selfishness, sickness, or sadness
would ^A ever completely allow us to have in this
^D life, I think I'm ^E sure.
But that ^Bm doesn't mean it's ^E bad. ^{Esus E}
We were ^Bm walking towards our ^E dad, ^{Esus E}
while ^Bm getting out of that school ^E bus, ^{Esus E}
and he just ^D said “I love you,” and he reached out to ^E us ^A