Intro: verse Say you see through the folly but you do it for the fame I'm fighting the jet stream, drinkin' cheap wine on airplanes You're in L.A., not Chicago Key under mat, I walk the dog, order in, home alone verse Found your letter on a full moon Sunday night Some other girl in your spell, casting plans for her life Pour the vodka, and it dulls sharp knives Breathe the words; diamonds on rings And you didn't really mean it So I don't have to believe it If you didn't really mean it Then magical thinking gets us by verse Sing for the after show, those candy colored lips But your age is showing, and you gotta work harder for it It's always easier with freshman Not as clever, but she'll bring you to life And you didn't mean to do it So I don't have to believe it If you didn't really mean it Magical thinking gets us by My fairweather friend Fairweather friend instrumental: same as verse~ verse There for the folly But you did it for the fame And you're fragile as porcelain Drinkin' cheep wine on airplanes And did I ever leave Chicago? I got your message, glad you're doing well And you didn't mean to do it So I don't have to believe it If we didn't really mean it Magical thinking gets us by Gets us by Gets us by Say you see through the folly but you did it for the fame (2x) My fairweather friend