Intro: E  A  B

E                  A
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
         B
Hits me straight in the eye
           A                             E
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
          A        B              A
Oh that's right, I forgot, it was me


  A                               E
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
    A                            E
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
    A                                E
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
      B                A                           E
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed


E                        A
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
       B                    A                E
'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
                   A
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
  B                    A
Maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
            E
No milk!    God, how I hate that
         A                      E
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
            A                        E
She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen how'd ya get it?"
           B           A                         E
She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"


                A
Lunchtime, I start to dial your number
     B                         A
Then I remember so I reach for somebodies smoke
   E                   A
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
      B                   A
Than go through all that xxxx again
                                     E
There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothin 
     A                        E
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
       A                      E
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
        B
And this spell won't be broken
        A                            E
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock


E                           A
Maybe tonight it's a movie  With plenty of room
 B
 for elbows and knees
A                        E
a bag of popcorn all to myself,
E                      A
Black and white with a strong female lead
       B                   A
And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave


     A                       E
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
    A
How strange these streets feel
     E
when you're alone on them
     A                 E
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
      B                    A
So I lower my head, make a b-line for home
         E
Seething inside


                 A
Funny, I'd never noticed
     B                   A                    E
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
        A                B                  A
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again


                                E
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
     A                          E
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
       A                           E
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
      B
And I just gotta tell ya
         A                            E
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed

Solo:
   A   B   A   E
   A   B   A
   A   E
   A   E
   A   E
   B   A   E
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