Reinvent The Wheel

A D E A my friend you were a model , a priceless work of art . A D E boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of you heart . A D E A and i heard you wrote that record for a girl you loved but died . A D E i’m here sewing mine , together , just hoping you’re alive . D E A E and i know you’ll never come back now to the world where people are . A E D ’cause you never understood what they loved you for . A E D . . . ( you can do the harmonica part with your pinky ) . now ghosts they have their secrets , and they’ll tell them to a few . so you can never pay attention , when they’re whispering to you . there were many talents you possessed that i wished myself to have . but the way your eyes would gloss over , well i never envied that . and i doubt you’ll ever come back now from wherever it is you are . ’cause you never understood what we loved you for . A E D . . . i’m sure the t . v . sets will tell us when someone reinvents the wheel . till then i’ll have a million conversations about shit that isn’t real . but i’ll try to breathe in meaning dig deep through every gasp of air . cause i know you did the same thing for as long as you can bear . i guess everything just circles ’round to where it was before . so i hope i’ll see you soon in some other form . A E D . . .