Verse 1 Em D Jenny was a poor girl living in a rich world
G C You were a business, I was a start-up
Verse 1 C Em D C Em D C Sever the ties, Cut me out,
Verse 1 Em C G Is it the withering of tired leaves D Em
D In the desert sun, G Your freckles they show. D A
Verse 1 G Am G C When the preacher talks of heaven,
Verse 1 Eb I can't unfeel your pain Eb I can't undo what's done Eb I can't send back the rain
Verse 1 Em C G D When we first met I was just a Sophomore Em
Verse 1 G C I was born on a Saturday, Am C My da
Verse 1 C C/B F When it rains it pours and opens doors