This is a song by Alex Dezen of The Damnwells.

It's originally played in F, so put a capo on the 5th fret.

C                                F
Looks like you?re gonna take the easy way out
C                                     G
I heard you on the telephone with a friend
C                                           F
You said, ?maybe we?ll meet someday in the middle of the street??
C                G                  C
But I know I?ll never see you again

The Santa Ana?s blowing in a lullaby at dawn
Same one I?ve been listening to all night
I?ll wake up in the same place tomorrow and you?ll be gone
And there won?t even be a fight

            F                     C
There are train lines, there are bus rides
           G                 Am                G
That will take you back and forth from bad to better lives
           F                         C
There are love songs, and there are desperate lives
     G                         Am          F
But none of those things will keep you here
        G                         Am       F      C
?Cause none of these things will make you love me

The clock reads the minutes that will turn into hours
And the hours that will turn us into ghosts
Your cup?s here guarding time with dead and dying flowers
And I can?t move it from its post

There are train lines, there are bus rides
That will take you back and forth from bad to better lives
There are love songs, and there are desperate lives
But none of those things will keep you here
?Cause none of these things will make you love me

Am          F              C
 I don?t expect you to and, I don?t need you to and
Am       F             G
I don?t wish you would, I just wish you could
F                    C
I just want to sleep, while the sorrow?s cheap
G
But I think I hear your keys

There are train lines, there are bus rides
That will take you back and forth from bad to better lives
There are love songs, and there are desperate lives
But none of those things will keep you here
?Cause none of these things will make you love me

 Looks like you?re gonna take the easy way out
I heard you on the telephone with a friend
Maybe you?ll whisper my name from an old widow?s dream
Maybe I?ll never see you again