Am 
he was crazy, of course 
         G                   F 
from the first she must have known it 
        G 
but she ***** went on with him 
    G              Am 
and never once had shown it 
    Am 
she took him off the streets 
        G                  F 
and she dried his tears of grieving 
      G 
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      G             Am 
she believed in his believing 
 
      C                      Am                 G 
   oh he was the sun burning bright and brittle and 
               G                             Am 
   she was the moon shining back his light a little 
            F              G 
   he was a shooting star, she was softer and more slowly 
      Am 
   he could not make things possible 
       F                            Am 
   but she could make them holy - holy 
 
         Am                          G 
well she gave him a daughter and she gave him a son 
          G                        F 
she was a mother and a wife, and a lover when the day was done 
            Am 
when he was too far gone for giving love 
        G 
what he offered her instead 
        Am 
was the knowledge she was the only thing 
     F              Am 
that was not in his head