Gb             Ab               Gb         Ab
Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long,
      Ebm             Bbm             Fm          Gb
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong,
Db           Ebm     Fm     Gb 
Memory is a fickle silent song
  Ab
I didn't understand

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Gb           Ab            Gb       Ab
Image and a light as the morning nears,
          Ebm           Bbm           Fm       Gb
you don't say a single word of your last two years
         Db       Ebm     Fm          Gb 
Well you will be, you'll reach the frontier
   Ab
I didn't understand, oh


Gb                 Ab           Gb      Ab
See your wringing hands and a silver knife
       Ebm              Bbm            Fm      Gb
Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight
        Db        Ebm      Fm      Gb 
All the evidence of your vagrant life 
   Ab
My brother you were born


Gb                   Ab           Gb   Ab
And you will try to do what you did before
         Ebm             Bbm          Fm      Gb
Pull the wool over your eyes, for a week or more
         Db      Ebm       Fm      Gb
Let your family take you back to your 
Ab
Original mind.


        Db             Db   
There's nothing I can do
        Gb             Db
There's nothing I can do
        Db             Db
There's nothing I can say
        Gb             Db              
There's nothing I can say
      Db
I can say
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