Now as the sum mer fades I let you slip a way.

You say I’m not your type but I can make you sway.

It makes you burn to learn you’re not the on ly one.

I’d let you be if you put down your blaz ing gun.

Now you’ve (Gm)gone some where else far a way; I don’t know if I will find you, find you, find you.

But you feel my breath on your neck; can’t be lieve I’m right be hind you, right be hind you.

’Cause you (G)keep me com ing back for more and I (G)feel a lit tle bet ter than I did be fore.

If I (G)nev er see your face a gain, I don’t mind ’cause we (F)got much fur ther than I (C)thought we’d get to night.