Better Together

There’s no com bi (F)na tion of words I could (Dm)put on the back of a (C)post card,

no song that (Bb)I could sing.

But (Gm)I could try for (C)your heart and our (F)dreams, and they are (Dm)made out of real (C)things, like a shoe box of (Bb)pho to graphs with (Gm)se pi a tone (C)lov ing.

Love is the (F)an swer at least for (Dm)most of the ques tions in (C)my heart, like, “Why are we (Bb)here?” and “Where do we (Gm)go?” and “How come it’s (C)so hard?” And it’s not al ways (F)eas y and some times (Dm)life can be de (C)ceiv ing.

I’ll tell you one (Bb)thing: it’s al ways (Dm)bet ter when we’re to (C)geth er.

Mm, it’s al ways (C)bet ter when we’re to geth er.

Yeah, we look at the (C)stars when we’re to geth er.

Well, it’s al ways (C)bet ter when we’re to geth er.

Yeah, it’s al ways (C)bet ter when we’re to geth er.

And all of these (F)mo ments just might (F)find a way in to my (Dm)dreams to night, but I (Bb)know that they’ll be gone when the (Gm)morn ing light sings or brings new things.

For to (Dm)mor row night you see that (Bb)they’ll be gone too; too man y (Gm)things I have to (C)do.

But if all of these (F)dreams might find (F)their way in to my (Dm)day to day scene, I’d be (Bb)un der the im pres (Bb)sion I was (Gm)some where in be tween with on ly (F)two, just me and you, not so man y (Dm)things we got to (C)do or (Bb)plac es we got to (Bb)be.

We’ll sit be (Gm)neath the man go (C)tree now.

I be lieve in mem o (C)ries; they look so,

so pret ty when I sleep.

Hey, now and,

and when I wake

up, you look so (Gm)pret ty sleep ing next to (C)me.

But there is

not e nough time.

And there is no,

no song I could sing.

And there is no

com bi na tion of words I could say, but I will (Bb)still tell you one thing: We’re bet ter to geth er.