D G A A
one of the stars in your eyes has gone out,
D G A A
so we lay back on the rooftop late at night
D G A A
in hopes that a shooting star might take root
A
in the hole in your head, hole in your head

D
A A G D
and we'll wake up in the morning being stared down by an ashamed sun,
A A G D
shamefully covering behind a cloud or two,
A  A G D
old man you've followed me down, you've beaten me down,
A A G D
and tonight I got the best of you.

AA  A  C G DDDDDD G
- not sure on the end there