Tom: F Intro: F Verso 1: F He was a songwriter Writing songs about a girl She was a ghostwriter Bb C Lying to the world Bb C In deep anticipation Bb C Of a day that she had written Bb C And by her own admission Bb C F She'd be picked up, kissed, and twirled Verso 2: He was a fearful boy Watchful of the earth Worried that it might split apart And he wouldn't even hear it first That he'd be caught in some position Like a broken old physician And worst of all He feared that it would hurt Pre-Chorus: C Bb He's pouring his heart out C Bb Is nothing gonna come of that C Bb C Bb So when can he finally say Refrão: F Gm F/A At last, at last, G/B C A/C# Dm At last, at last, C Bb C F Oh I thought you'd never ask Verso 3: Oh seven hundred letters She cataloged them all Dated them and numbered them And then hid them down below She would always keep 'em Once a year would read them Each time she'd be thinking Somehow he must know Pré-Refrão: She's pouring her heart out Is nothing gonna come of that So when can she finally say (Refrão) Ponte: F F B F B B F B C F Verso 4: Outside of his apartment The night was blanketed in mist She stood looking up at his light And thinking what it meant It meant that he was in there breathing What it was he was thinking It was of her, she wished he wished Pré-Refrão: They're pouring their hearts out Is nothing gonna come of that So when can they finally say (Refrão) 2x F