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F

Bb

I'm glad to see you, I had a funny dream

Am

Gm

You were wearing funny shoes

Am

Gm

You were going to a dance

Am

Bb

Am

You were dressed like a punk but you were too young to

C

(

F

C

) Remember

F

Bb

Glad to see you, I'm outside the house

Am

Gm

I'm not thinking right today

Am

Gm

I've got no energy

Am

Bb

Am

I'm glad that you were waiting with me

C

(

F

C

) Tell me all about your day

Dm

C

Breaking off is misery

Bb

F

I see a wilderness for you and me

Bb

Am

Punctuated by philosophy

C

Bb

I'm wondering how things could've been

F

Bb

I'm happy for you, you've made it hard for me

Am

Gm

I counted on your company

Am

Gm

You were staying with your friends tonight

Am

Bb

I'm feeling sorry for myself

Am

C

(

F

C

) I keep taking everything to be to be a sign

F

Bb

I'm happy for you, but now I know this hurt is poison

Am

Gm

Too sharp to be bled

Am

Gm

I'm sitting on my empty bed

Am

Bb

On my empty bed at night

Am

C

(

F

C

) The fever grows it's pounding, pounding

Dm

C

I'd rather be in Tokyo

Bb

F

I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy, oh

Bb

Am

Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku

C

Bb

F

There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo | | | | | | | | | |

F

Bb

Scary moment, lovin' every moment

Am

Gm

I was high from playing shows

Am

Gm

We lost a singer to her clothes

Am

Gm

My trouble raised its ugly head

Am

Bb

Am

C

(

F

C

) I was revealed and I was home in bed I was a kid again

F

Bb

Jesus told me, go after every coin

Am

Gm

Like it was the last in the world

Am

Gm

And protect the wayward child

Am

Bb

But I'm a little lost sheep, I need my Bo-Peep

Am

C

(

F

C

) You know I need my Shepherd here tonight

Dm

C

Breaking off is misery

Bb

F

I see a wilderness for you and me

Bb

Am

Punctuated by philosophy

C

Bb

F

I'm wondering how things could've been | | | | | | | | |

F

Bb

I'd like to see you, but really I should stay away

Am

Gm

And let you settle down

Am

Gm

I've got no claims to your crown

Am

Bb

I was the boss of you, and I loved you

Am

C

(

F

C

) You know I loved you, it's all over now

F

Bb

I was there for you when you were lonely

Am

Gm

I was there when you were bad

Am

Gm

I was there when you were sad

Am

Bb

Am

Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to

C

(

F

C

) Plead to get you by my side?

Dm

C

I'd rather be in Tokyo

Bb

F

I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy, oh

B

Am

Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku

C

Bb

F

There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo | | | | | | | | | |

G

C

G

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll sail around the world

Am

Em

I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl

Am

D

How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?

Am

D

How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?

C

Em

Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze

Am

D

Em

A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest book you ever read, it always makes you cry The statue's crying too and well he may I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face I love you my responsibility has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd "You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job" Maybe, but not what she deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer-by And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare The catcher hits for three-eighteen and catches every day The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench Life outside the diamond is a wrench I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day You'd settle for an epitaph like, "Walk Away, Renee" The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower Meet you at the statue in an hour Meet you at the statue in an hour