G C/G Dsus/G G
Who’s gonna be your lover?
Who’s gonna warm your bed?
Who will hold you underneath the covers
and say the things I never said?
C Bm
We’re like the leaves that fall from the trees
Am Bm
and float with the wind.
C Bm
And when it rains we’ll fall to the ground
Am G
and slowly rot and be joined once again in the dirt.