Last Days Of Summer In San Francisco

C F C F C We spent July in a Berkeley basement, F Half read books, and bold declarations. Am There was so much I didn't believe in F And then, there was you. C You made me brave, you made me stupid F Gave me this skin, that I could move in. Am F We're gonna leave them where they stand Leave them where they C G Love, no one cares Am F About the stories they're not in. C F We'll fade out to whispers, Am F It's the last days of summer in San Francisco. C F C The kitchen's cold and the tea kettle whistles. F The J-Church rolls and rattles our windows. Am F There's no nostalgia here; it's just now, baby, now. C I was a fire that you started F For once, I knew everything that I wanted. Am F We're gonna leave them where they stand, Leave them where they C G Love, no one cares Am F About the stories they're not in. C F We'll fade out to whispers, Am F C G It's the last days of summer in San Francisco, Am F It's the last days of summer in San Francisco. C G Love, no one cares Am F About the stories they're not in. C F We'll fade out to whispers, Am F C G It's the last days of summer in San Francisco, Am F It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.