D G A A one of the stars in your eyes has gone out, D G A A so we lay back on the rooftop late at night D G A A in hopes that a shooting star might take root A in the hole in your head, hole in your head D A A G D and we'll wake up in the morning being stared down by an ashamed sun, A A G D shamefully covering behind a cloud or two, A A G D old man you've followed me down, you've beaten me down, A A G D and tonight I got the best of you. AA A C G DDDDDD G - not sure on the end there