This tab was partly based on the following clip of a live performance:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vT07lzU7xjg
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D*:
e | 0
B | 3
G | 0
D | 4
A | 5
E | x
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Intro:
Em-D*-Em-D*
VERSE 1:
C
They even looked at each other once
D*
Across a crowded bar
Bm
He was with Martha
Em
She with Tom
C
Neither of them really knew
D*
What was going on
Bm
Strange feeling of never
Em
Heartbeats becoming synchronized
C
Staying that way forever
D*
But most of the time
It was just near misses
Bm
Air kisses
Once in a book store
Em
Once at a party
C
She came in as he was leaving
D*
And years ago at the movies
Bm
She sat behind him
Six thirty showing
Em
Of While You Were Sleeping
C
Never once looked around
CHORUS:
Em-G-C-Am
It's so easy from above
You can't really see it all
People who belong together
Lost and sad and small
But there's nothing to be done for them
It doesn't work that way
Sure we all have soulmates but we walk
Past them every day
Oh no
C-D*-Bm-Em
VERSE 2:
C-D*-Bm-Em
And it's not like they were actually ever unhappy in the lives they lived
He married Martha
She married Tom
Just this vague notion that something was wrong
An ache, an absence, a phantom limb
C
An itch that could never be scratched
cHORUS
Em-G-C-Am
It's so easy from above
You can't really see it all
People who belong together
Lost and sad and small
But there's nothing to be done for them
It doesn't work that way
Sure we all have soulmates but we walk
Past them every day
Oh no
C-D*-Bm-Em
BRIDGE
G Bm
Neither of them knew what was going on
C
The strange feeling of never
Cm
Heartbeats becoming synchronised
Em
Staying that way forever
INTERLUDE: Em-G-C-Am
VERSE 3
C-D*-Bm-Em
And who knows whether that's how it should be
Maybe a ghost lives in that vacancy
Maybe that's how books get written
Maybe that's why songs get sung
Maybe we owe the unlucky ones
cHORUS
Em-G-C-Am
It's so easy from above
You can't really see it all
People who belong together
Lost and sad and small
But there's nothing to be done for them
It doesn't work that way
Sure we all have soulmates but we walk
Past them every day
Oh no
CLOSING VERSE
C-D*-Bm-Em
Maybe that's how books get written
Maybe that's why songs get sung
Maybe we owe the unlucky ones