Children We Didn’t Have (cut Song From Beetlejuice) Tabulatur von Themes

D                          A                            (Second fret for first two strings)
The children we didn’t have don’t call
D                                                   A                    G
Their heights aren’t marked in pencil on the wall
D                                     A      (You can play it either way!)
A                                     D                              E                      F#7
They don’t ride bikes, cry out at night, or fall and graze a knee
E                                         F
And their arms will never reach
              D            A                    D
For the mother I never got to be


D                          A                          (Second fret for first two strings)
The children we didn’t have press in 
D                                A                    G
Remind me that we couldn’t just begin
D                                     A      
A                                     D                              E                           F#7
They laugh on swings, whisper things I’m not supposed to know
E                                       F
And they never stop to see
        D                  A                  D
The mother that never was, that’s me


F                                                      D
Think about all the children we didn’t have
                       F                       G
Picture them playing in our life

D 
Think of them deep in thought
A
Think of their face when their caught
Eb
Doing something naughty

D
Now picture them three or four
Em
Picture them walking out the door
                       Em6
Picture them twenty or thirty or forty


                  G          Dm
Or maybe fifteen

                          D
You know who I mean 

D                            A                               (Second fret for first two strings)
The daughter we didn’t have moved in 
D                         A                      G
Smart and sad, uneasy in her skin
D                           A      
A                           D                         E                               F#7
Far too young to lose a mom, or take the path she’s traveling on
E                                       F
If I could whisper in her ear
                     D                     A                    D
I’d tell her, “Daughter we didn’t have, I’m here”