Verse:
D                                       A      D
when the wine stops working and you're all run out
Gmaj7                             A          D
and all of your high hopes have all headed south
D                                       A          D
and the songs left the stable and they never came home
Gmaj7                                      A           D
and there ain't no forgetting that you're out on your own
D                                           A               D
turned the scrub oaks to timber and you're left without friends
Gmaj7                                 A                  D
and you don't put your book down even after it ends
D                                       A          D
smoke curls up from the table in your quiet little room
Gmaj7                                  A              D
and your heart's worn the handle of an old pushing broom

Chorus:
Bm      A      D      Gmaj7             D           A      D
broken bottles shi ----  ne   just like stars, make a wish anyway
Bm          A          D      Gmaj7       D                 A      D
just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days
Gmaj7                   A           D
been thinking you probably should stay

Verse:
D                                       A      D
when the going is long gone and the kick drum won't kick
Gmaj7                             A          D
when you fumble with your fiddle and you're fresh out of tricks
D                                       A          D
and the horseflies are biting but the fish never do
Gmaj7                                 A                  D
and your heart's a thousand colors but they're all shades of blue

Chorus:
Bm      A      D     Gmaj7           D           A      D
broken bottles shi ---- ne just like stars, make a wish anyway
Bm          A          D      Gmaj7       D                 A      D
just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days
 Gmaj7                   A       D
been thinking you probably should stay
        Gmaj7                   A       D
yeah, I think that you probably should stay

Chorus:
Gmaj7                   A       D
and our dreams on the windowsill
Gmaj7                   A       D
see those trees turning gold in the hills
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