In the qui et time of (A5)eve ning,

when the stars as sume their (G)pat (C)terns

and the day has made his (D)jour ney,

and we won der just what (C)hap pened to the (Cmaj7)life we knew, be fore the (Am7)world (Bm7)changed, when not a (Em)thing I held

was (C#m7)true.

But you were kind to me, and you re mind ed me

that the world is not my (A5)play ground;

there are oth er things that (G)mat (C)ter;

what is sim ple needs pro (D)tect ing.

My il lu sions all would (C)hap pened to the (Cmaj7)life we knew, be fore the (Am7)world (Bm7)changed, when not a (Em)thing I held

was (C#m7)true.

But you were kind to me, and you re mind ed me (C)shat ter, but you (Cmaj7)stayed

(Bm7)in my (Am7)cor ner.

The on ly world I knew was up side (C#m7)down,

and now the world and me will know you car ried me.

You see the pat terns in the (D)big (Em7)sky;

those con stel la tions look like you and I.

Just like the pat terns in the (Bm7)big sky,

we could be lost; we could re (A9)fuse to try.

But to have (Cmaj7)made it through

(G)in the (Am7)dark (Bm7)night,

who would those luck y guys turn out to (C#m7)be

but that un u sual blend

of my fun ny friend and (G)me.

I’m not as clev er as I (A5)thought I was.

I’m not the boy I used to (G)be, be (C)cause

you showed me some thing dif f’rent.

You showed me some thing (C)pure.

I al ways seemed so cer tain, but I was (C)real ly nev er sure.

But you (Cmaj7)stayed,

and you (Am7)called my (Bm7)name

when oth ers would have walked out on a lou sy (C#m7)game.

And look who made it through but your fun ny friend and (Eb)you.

You see the pat terns in the (Bb)big (Ab)sky.

Those con stel la tions look like you and I.

That ti ny plan et and the (Cm)big ger guy.

I don’t know wheth er I should laugh or cry.

Just like the pat terns in the (C)big (Bb)sky,

we’ll be to geth er ’til the end of (Bb)time.

Don’t know the an swer or the (Dm)rea son why.

We’ll stick to geth er ’til the (G9)day we die.

(Bbmaj9)If I have to do this (Am7)all a (Am7)sec ond time,

I won’t com plain or make a (Bm7)fuss.

Who would the an gels send, but that un like ly blend of these two fun ny friends?

That’s us.