Settled

Tabbed by: Bob Renton [Intro] -----             Dadd4add9   x2 [Verse] ----- It’s funny with age you get to the stage your head and your heart aren’t on the same page; your heart will wait forever but your skin says you’re getting old. Good things come to those who wait the lights were up and it was getting late; she wore my coat ’cos she said that she was cold. [Pre-chorus] ---------- Funny how quick a coat turns into a ring. Looking back now I don’t remember a thing. [First Chorus]                       ------------                         C                       Dadd4add9               G We don’t talk about the writing on the wall; somedays we don’t talk at all.   When the lights are dim and my time is free                                         Dadd4add9                   G I sometimes think about the good times that I missed I sometimes think about the girls I could’ve kissed     but I settled for her and she settled for me.             Dadd4add9   [Second Verse]                       ------------                         It’s funny how time just seems to fly you blink your eyes and it’ll pass you by before too long you’re getting on the bus for free. Same old routine same old blue jeans same old nightmares different dreams.                   [Pre-chorus]                         ----------                           Funny how quick the days turn into years. Funny some people change some disappear. [Second Chorus]                     -------------                   C                       Dadd4add9               G We don’t talk about the writing on the wall; hell somedays we don’t talk at all.     When the lights are dim and my time is free                                         Dadd4add9                   G I sometimes think about the good times that I missed I sometimes think about the girls I could’ve kissed     but I settled for her and she settled for me.    [Bridge]                             ------                               Ain’t it funny how you miss someone     you sat there next to them at home.      Ain’t it funny how hard we are to change        like we’re made out of stone.    [Final Chorus]                      ------------                                            Dadd4add9               G We don’t talk about the writing on the wall; hell somedays we don’t talk at all.     When the lights are dim and my time is free                                         Dadd4add9                   G I sometimes think about the good times that I missed I sometimes think about the girls I could’ve kissed     but I settled for her and she settled for me.