Tom: Em G Em Am D I slow down, Purple Avenues, G Em Am B to march around in April's shoes Am D G Bm7 Weather vanes remind Am A Em D of the summetimes that I've left behind G Em Am D The money's gone for auld lang syne G Em Am B I spent on Eastern Standard Time Am B Em What ever happened to my role? Am B Em September fell right through the hole Am B Em D All I've got is empty po-ckets now G Em Am D Why does August try so hard G Em Am B to hoist me on my own petard? Am D G Bm7 I've learned one thing from losing her (alt: how we were) Am A Em D That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure G Em Am D The shadows fall, I cannot thread G Em Am B the tenor of the things you said Am B Em All that's left is flesh and bone Am B Em The lights are on but no one's home Am B Em D D# All I've got is empty pockets now Cm Fm Bb I spill myself another drink D# Cm Fm Bb I count the whiskers in the sink Fm Bb D# Gm7 The orchestra is blind D# Cm Fm Bb But I've never been the worrying kind D# Cm Fm Bb Subsequently and furthermore D# Cm Fm Bb I'll sleep right here on the draining board Fm G Cm I'll never be paroled Fm G Cm I like to drink 'em while they're cold Fm G Cm Bb D# All I've got is empty pockets now