Harry Chapin – Shooting Star (Guitar)

Em
He was crazy, of course

         C
From the first she must have known it

    D                 Bm
But still she went on with him

        G              Em
And she never once had shown it

Em
And she took him off the street

        C
And she dried his tears of grieving

    D               Bm
She listened to his visions

      G               Em
She believed in his believing

C
He was the sun burning bright and brittle

    D
And she was the moon shining back his light a little

C
He was a shooting star

Bm
She was softer and more slowly

   A
He could not make things possible

    C                              Em
But she could make them holy, Holy

Em
He was dancing to some music

       C
No one else had ever heard

     D                Bm
He'd speak in unknown languages

              G               Em
And she would translate every word

Em
And when the world was laughing

       C
At his castles in the sky

      D               Bm
She'd hold him in her body

         G                Em
Until he once again could fly

C
He was the sun burning bright and brittle

    D
And she was the moon shining back his light a little

C
He was a shooting star

Bm
She was softer and more slowly

   A
He could not make things possible

    C                              Em
But she could make them holy, Holy

    G                           E
She gave him a daughter and she gave him a son

          Bm
She was a mother and a wife

      Em
And a lover when the day was done

           G
He was too far gone for giving love

        D
What he offered in its stead

        Bm
Was the knowledge she was the only thing

     Em             G     D   Em
That was not in his head  

Em
He took off east one morning

            C
Towards the rising sun's red glow

    D                 Bm
She knew he was going nowhere

       G                  Em
But of course she let him go

Em
And as she stood and watched him dwindle

         C
Much too empty to be sad

   D            Bm
He reappeared beside her

               G             Em
Saying "You're all I've ever had"

C
He was the sun burning bright and brittle

    D
And she was the moon shining back his light a little

C
He was a shooting star

Bm
She was softer and more slowly

   A
He could not make things possible

    C                              Em
But she could make them holy, Holy