If you could read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.

Just like an old per time mov ie ’bout a ghost from a wish in’ well.

In a cas tle dark,

or a for tress strong with (E)chains ro a round my feet.

You (D)know that ghost is (A)me.

And (D)I will nev er be (Amaj7)be set free as (Bm7)long as there’s a (E)ghost that you can’t see.

If I could read your mind, love, what a tale your thoughts would tell.

Just like a old per time nov el, ’bout the kind that a drug stores sell.

When you reach the part

where the heart aches come, the (E)he ro up would be me.

But (D)he roes of ten (A)fail,

and (D)you won’t read that be (Amaj7)book a gain be (Bm7)cause the end ing’s (E)just too hard to take.

I’d walk a way

like a mov ie star who gets (E)burned in a three way script.

(D)En ter num ber two:

a (D)mov ie queen to (Amaj7)play the scene of (Bm7)bring in’ all the (E)good things out in me.

But for (D)now, love,

let’s be (A)real.

I (D)nev er thought I could (Amaj7)act this way and I’ve (Bm7)got to say that I (E)just don’t get it.

I don’t know where (Amaj7)we went wrong, but the (Bm7)feel ing’s gone and I (E)just can’t get it back.

(E)try in’ to un der stand

the (D)feel ings

that you (A)lack.

I (D)nev er thought I could (Amaj7)feel this way, and I’ve (Bm7)got to say that I (E)just don’t get it.

I don’t know where (Amaj7)we went wrong, but the (Bm7)feel ing’s gone and I (E)just can’t get it back.