Intro:
    Bb   C   ( x3 )
    F   


Bb               C             Bb
You touch these tired eyes of mine
           C                Bb
And map my face out line by line
            C                 F      E7
And somehow growing old feels fine


Bb        C                 Bb
I listen close for I'm not smart 
              C                    Bb         
You wrap your thoughts in works of art 
                    C                  F       E7                     
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart 


          Bb                C
I may not have the softest touch 
          Bb                C
I may not say the words as such 
             Bb                 C 
And though I may not look like much 
    F       E7   
I'm yours 


              Bb            C 
And though my edges may be rough 
          Bb              C 
And never feel I'm quite enough 
           Bb              C
It may not seem like very much 
        F       E7
But I'm yours 


Interlude: Dm   F   Gm   E7   A7


    Bb            C          Bb
You heeled these scars over time
            C
Embraced my soul 
             Bb
You loved my mind
                C           F      E7
You're the only angel in my life
    Bb        C                   Bb
The day news came my best friend died 
              C                   Bb    
My knees went week and you saw me cry 
                  C               F      E7 
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes 


          Bb                C
I may not have the softest touch 
          Bb                C
I may not say the words as such 
             Bb                 C 
And though I may not look like much 
    F       E7   
I'm yours 


              Bb            C 
And though my edges may be rough 
          Bb              C 
And never feel I'm quite enough 
           Bb              C
It may not seem like very much 
        F       E7
But I'm yours 


Interlude ( x2 ): Dm   F   Gm   E7   A7


          Bb                C
I may not have the softest touch 
          Bb                C
I may not say the words as such 
         Bb                 C 
I know I don't fit in that much
    F      
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