Thought That I'd Be Lonesome Without You

A
Thought that I'd be lonesome without you,

D  A

turns out that wasn't really true.

D  A

I couldn't weave my world around you

E

wondering if you ever found a clue.

Thought that I might die without your touch,

turns out it doesn't hurt so much.

I'm the bigger man for knowing

I can stand without you as a crutch.

D  A  D  A

You might find it awkward, me saying this to you,

D  A  E

but I've got no one else to say it to,

D  A

but I've got a ghost in the basement, and a raccoon in the attic,

D A

and a banker who keeps telling me I'm bad at mathematics.

D  A  E

I don't play a very good guitar, but I'm not as lousy as I used to be.

E

Wouldn't you agree?

D  A

I don't believe our story is complete.

D  A

I do believe that again we shall meet

D  A  E

when the Irish pubs vomit their patrons back out on the street.

A
Thought that I'd be lonesome without you.

Thought that things would never be the same,

turns out things never really change.

It just becomes a new fixture,

a picture in someone else's frame.

But the evening sun's still setting over Traverse Bay.

A Michigan breeze just blew my cares away

You may think I'm crazy, that may be a fact.

The answer just depends on who you ask.

Ask the ghost in the basement, or the raccoon in the attic,

the banker who keeps telling me I'm bad at mathematics.

The skeletons in my closet that rattle their bones at night when I try to sleep,

giving me the creeps.

I don't believe that our story is complete.

I do believe that again we shall meet

when the Irish pubs vomit their patrons back out on the street.

Tony Lollio 2007