A Few Minutes On Friday taby ukulele według Bright Eyes

C                 G                F
 she kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day
C                    G
 and i wait 'til the weekend comes
        F                                   C
so i can clear this uselessness from my brain
                      G
i count the days 'til she arrives
     F                               C
those precious minutes when she is mine
                 G                 F                          Am
as we walk from my front door to her car, we're so close and alone
                   G                  Am
but that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth
      G
of others', of others' company
                             C G F
theres just too much company
C            G             F
 theres just too much company
C             G                      F                      C
 so i hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars
                G                  F
if i could just speak the words to tell her exactly how i feel
C                      G
 count the ways that i might say it
    F                               C
but i know that none of them will work because
G                    F
she won't feel the same, we got this far
       Am                   G              Am                    G
but i can't go through with it because the truth would hurt too much

it hurts too much, this hurts too much


C                  G                  F
 she goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine
C                        G                                  F
 and i'll stay here in these dead plains and try to make a seed grow
C              G              F                        C
 and i would pray for rain if i thought that it would help