For Christa.

(I messed up singing/playing the "but I'm sure she's not 
the one" line, but as mentioned elsewhere, these are not finished 
recordings; they're just to help me remember the songs until the magic 
day when I can play/sing well enough to actually make them sound 
decent.)

I think it should be pointed out that none of these "Love Songs" are 
declaring my love for anyone. They're just songs. Yes, I am attracted to 
the women I write about, and for the most part the songs are basically 
true, but _they're just songs_.

D G A D D G A G D
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[D]                           [G]
How was I to know then / that when I said "Hello",
    [A]                          [D]
The Spirit of this woman / would never let me go?
                         [G]
After introductions / we went our separate ways.
   [A]                             [G]              [D]
It didn't seem to bother us / we'd shared our final gaze.

 But in the months that followed / my heart began to stir.
 I found my chest felt hollowed; / my mind began to blur.
 I found my heart was still attached / across the many miles.
 Her Spirit calls to me / from somewhere in the British Isles.

How was I to know then, that when I said "Goodbye"
A line was stretched between us / that I could not untie?
I thought she'd get on board that plane / our meet-and-greet all done.
It's nice enough to meet this girl / but I'm sure she's not the one.

 But in the months that followed / my heart began to stir.
 I found my chest felt hollowed; / my mind began to blur.
 I found my heart was still attached / across the many miles.
 Her Spirit calls to me / from somewhere in the British Isles.

How was I to know then / I'd wake up in the night
wondering where the girl was / I let out of my sight?
I shrugged the farewell off my mind; / we had our lives to live.
A friendly "Hi"; a friendly "bye" / was all I thought I'd give.
But if I ever get the chance / to meet her once again
I hope that we're not blind to that / which maybe should've been.

 'Cause in the months that followed / my heart began to stir.
 I found my chest felt hollowed; / my mind began to blur.
 I found my heart was still attached / across the many miles.
 Her Spirit calls to me / from somewhere in the British Isles.