D# G# It's funny with age, you get to the stage, A# G# your head and your heart aren't on the same page; D# G# D# your heart will wait forever, but your skin says you're getting old. Good things come to those who wait, the lights were up and it was getting late; she wore my coat 'cos she said that she was cold. G# D# Funny how quick a coat turns into a ring. Cm A# Looking back now I don't remember a thing. Chorus G# A# D# We don't talk about the writing on the wall; Cm Fm somedays we don't talk at all. A# D# D#7 G# When the lights are dim and my time is free, A# D# I sometimes think about the good times that I missed, Cm Fm I sometimes think about the girls I could've kissed, A# D# but I settled for her and she settled for me. Well it's funny how time just seems to fly You blink your eyes And it'll pass you by Before too long you're getting on the bus for free Same old routine Same old blue jeans Same old nightmares different dreams Funny how quick the days turn into years. Funny some people change, some disappear. Chorus: We don't talk about the writing on the wall Somedays we don't talk at all But when the lights are dim And my time is free I sometimes think about the good times that I missed Sometimes think about the girls I could have kissed But I settled for her And she settled for me Ain't it funny how you miss someone, you sat there next to them at home. Ain't it funny how hard we are to change, like we're made out of stone. Chorus: We don't talk about the writing on the wall Hell somedays we don't talk at all When the lights are dim and my time is free I sometimes think about the good times that I missed Sometimes think about the girls I could have kissed But I settled for her And she settled for me | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# Cm D# D#7 Fm G# |