This tab was partly based on the following clip of a live performance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vT07lzU7xjg *** D*: e | 0 B | 3 G | 0 D | 4 A | 5 E | x *** Intro: Em-D*-Em-D* VERSE 1: C They even looked at each other once D* Across a crowded bar Bm He was with Martha Em She with Tom C Neither of them really knew D* What was going on Bm Strange feeling of never Em Heartbeats becoming synchronized C Staying that way forever D* But most of the time It was just near misses Bm Air kisses Once in a book store Em Once at a party C She came in as he was leaving D* And years ago at the movies Bm She sat behind him Six thirty showing Em Of While You Were Sleeping C Never once looked around CHORUS: Em-G-C-Am It's so easy from above You can't really see it all People who belong together Lost and sad and small But there's nothing to be done for them It doesn't work that way Sure we all have soulmates but we walk Past them every day Oh no C-D*-Bm-Em VERSE 2: C-D*-Bm-Em And it's not like they were actually ever unhappy in the lives they lived He married Martha She married Tom Just this vague notion that something was wrong An ache, an absence, a phantom limb C An itch that could never be scratched cHORUS Em-G-C-Am It's so easy from above You can't really see it all People who belong together Lost and sad and small But there's nothing to be done for them It doesn't work that way Sure we all have soulmates but we walk Past them every day Oh no C-D*-Bm-Em BRIDGE G Bm Neither of them knew what was going on C The strange feeling of never Cm Heartbeats becoming synchronised Em Staying that way forever INTERLUDE: Em-G-C-Am VERSE 3 C-D*-Bm-Em And who knows whether that's how it should be Maybe a ghost lives in that vacancy Maybe that's how books get written Maybe that's why songs get sung Maybe we owe the unlucky ones cHORUS Em-G-C-Am It's so easy from above You can't really see it all People who belong together Lost and sad and small But there's nothing to be done for them It doesn't work that way Sure we all have soulmates but we walk Past them every day Oh no CLOSING VERSE C-D*-Bm-Em Maybe that's how books get written Maybe that's why songs get sung Maybe we owe the unlucky ones