Friends Hurt

	  		
verse 1 
E 
My home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years 
               A                C#m         B 
That day will come and all I've done will render  
    A 
forgotten 
   E 
Old VHS tapes, the broken arm and the baby 
          A                C#m        B 
My first bike ride when my dad told me he  
             A 
wouldn't let go of the seat 
     E 
VHS videos, "Here he is, the man of my dreams" 
           A                            C#m                
Now those tapes, that meant everything to me,  
             B         A 
aren't even fit for a yard sale 

    E 
It hurts 
                   C#m 
When friends are hurting 
          B           A         G#       A      
And my friends are hurting
 

E  C#m  A  

verse 2 
N.C. 
Look below the surface, do you see the  
N.C. 
spawning salmon? 
                                             A 
Unaware, or well aware, they're living and dying 
  E 
Feel the money magic, the forest like a couch 
          A                     C#m        B 
Can you forget those days of vast daring, lone 
   A 
poplar five dollar bills? 

    E 
It hurts 
                   C#m 
When friends are hurting 
          B          A         G#       A      
And my friends are hurting 

    E 
It hurts 
                   C#m 
When friends are hurting 
          B          A         G#       A 
Now my friends are hurting 


Instrumental 
E   C#m  A  

Outro 
    E         C#m 
It hurts 
                    A 
When friends are hurting 
     E            C#m 
It hurts 
                    A 
When friends are hurting 
                       E 
Now my friends are hurting

End on E