The picking/strum pattern is probably the toughest thing about this song. I kind of just try to do some odd combination of strumming & picking during the verses & Choruses, then just strumming for the bridges. Have fun with it (but not too much). Intro: verse 1 See you still haven't quit smoking Is that really all that you can think to say? I remember your bedsheets smudged with ashes and burns When you stayed up all night reading The Brothers K I know nostalgia's a Southall waitress Saving nickels for a rainy day far removed Still I can't ever remember seeing your tongue so tied Or your hands shake so loose Bridge 1 Yes, everyone wants to believe their time was special, Nick See the dish run away with the spoon Then they settle down And they settle in And they curse the night for givin' them all those sweet dreams All those sweet dreams, they bartered and sold So long ago verse 2 Coachie was wise to get out when he did And hitch his pony to an actual star You know, he's playing the Sydney Opera House tonight Aren't y'all still sleeping on strangers' wooden floors, yes How'd you get that iceberg way up on your shoulder, Jim? Can't we force our old demons into a truce? No, I'm afraid what we did was secret then Don't act surprised it now applies to you Bridge 2 I guess everyone thinks genius is in their blood Or at least livin' down the street a door or two And then they settle down And they settle in And they curse the night for punishing them with those sweet dreams All those sweet dreams that exposed their soul So long ago verse 3 Bobby says the translator's nightmare is finding all the right words But somehow still gettin' the whole story wrong And all you guitar poets, well you're life's little butchers Go ahead and put that one in your song You've got endless tales of love gone bad I guess our Romeo is really cursed You poke your nose in everyone's dirty clothes So you can turn 'em into your light, loose verse Bridge 3 Well, my life isn't neat rhymes and punchlines Cheap laughs and your talking blues And I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You could settle down And you could settle in And you could curse the night for givin' you all those sweet dreams All those sweet dreams I watched corrode So long ago verse 4 Well, it's easy to get hung up On all the things that you'll never have A backyard pool, your mother's love, John Lennon's autograph Some people step into an ambulance While others slip into a trance I've heard the sky blooms Picassos, though If you stop and give the clouds half a chance Bridge 4 But I won't go to your funeral, Sue But I've got a couch if you ever need a place to crash We could settle down We could settle in We could thank the night for givin' us all those sweet dreams All those sweet dreams, like swords pulled from stones While we filled our notebooks with grass, branch, and bone Aw, here's to the sweet dreams That wouldn't leave us alone So long ago