| G | D | C(add9 | |
| She sits alone by a lamp | post___ | rying to find a thought that's escaped her |
| G | D | C(add9 | G | |
| mind. She says dad's the one I love | the most | But Stipe's not far behind. |
| G | D | C(add9 | |
| She never lets me in | Only tells me where she's been | When she's had too much |
| D | |
| to drink I say that I don't care I just | run my hands through her dark hair |
| C(add9 | G | C(add9 | |
| Then I | pray to God you gotta Help me fly away | And just let her cry | If the |
| G | C(add9 | Em | G | D | |
| tears | fall down like rain Let her sing | If it ea | ses | all her | pain Let her go |
| C(add9 | G | D | C | |
| Let her walk | right out on me And if the | sun comes up tomorrow Let her | be |
| Let her be. |