Intro: | C | % | Verse 1: C Ramona come closer | G | % | G6 | G7 | Shut softly your watery eyes G7 The pangs of your sadness G7 | C | Csus4 | C | C | Will pass as your senses will rise F The flowers of the city F | G | % | G6 | G7 | Though breathlike get deathlike at times G7 And there’s no use in tryin’ G7 To deal with the dyin’ G7 | C | C | Though I cannot explain that in lines Interlude: | C | % | % | % | | G | G6 | G7 | % | | C | % | % | % | Verse 2: C Your cracked country lips C I still wish to kiss C | G | % | G6 | G7 | As to be by the strength of your skin G7 Your magnetic movements G7 | C | % | % | C | Still captures the minutes I’m in F But it grieves my heart, love F To see you tryin’ to be a part of F | G | % | G6 | G7 | a world that just don’t exist G7 It’s all just a dream, babe G7 a vacuum, a scheme, babe G7 | C | % | C | C | % | That sucks you into feelin’ like this Verse 3: C I can see that your head C Has been twisted and fed C | G | % | G6 | G7 | With worthless foam from the mouth G7 I can tell you are torn G7 Between stayin’ and returnin’ G6 | C | Csus4 | C | C | Back to the South F You’ve been fooled into thinking F | G | % | % | % | That the finishin’ end is at hand G Yet there’s no one to beat you G No one to defeat you G6 G7 | C | C | C | C | C | C | ’Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad Verse 4: C I’ve heard you say many times C That you’re better than no one C | G | % | G6 | G7 | And no one is better than you G7 If you really believe that G7 G6 G | C | C | C | C | You know you got nothing to win and nothing to lose F From fixtures and forces and friends | G | % | % | % | Your sorrow does stem G That hype you and type you G Making you feel G6 G7 | C | % | % | % | That you gotta be just like them Verse 5: C I’d forever talk to you C But soon my words C | G | % | G6 | G7 | They would turn into a meaningless ring G7 For deep in my heart G7 | C | % | % | C | I know there's no help I can bring F Everything passes everything changes F | G | % | G6 | G7 | Just do what you think you should do G7 And someday maybe who knows, baby G7 C I’ll come and be cryin’ to you Coda: | F G | C -freely-
