Tom: C
Am
Now I'm missing you
F
I miss that town I miss your name
Am
I don't speak it anymore
F
Since you took my picture from its frame
G F C
I'm up later each night trying to write my way out of this tomb
G F C
Seems these sedatives don't work as well in these gloomy rented rooms
G F C
Where the air conditioner's set on choke and the TV loops bad news
G
I'm moving on
C
So maybe Mexico
F
San Francisco would be fine
C
Somewhere to dry out
F
Clean up and pass a little time
G
I'll put some money down
F
Maybe a place right on the bay
Am F G C
I'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way
Am
That January moon
F
Indian summer's warm wind came
Am
Spring fever brought along
F
Some hope to quell the sin and shame
Am
But it wasn't long before
F
That winter chill began to haunt
Am
We tried to warm our bones
F
In that freezing house I used to want
G F C
And those highs and lows when they come and go just slide to the extreme
G F C
And I couldn't sleep there long enough to have a decent dream
G F C
Where the heater's set on stifle and the nightmares made me scream
G
I'm moving on
C
So maybe Mexico
F
San Francisco would be fine
C
Somewhere to dry out
F
Clean up and pass a little time
G
I'll put some money down
F
Maybe a place right on the bay
Am F G C
I'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way
Am F G C
I'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way
Am F G C
I'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way
