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 Interlude -x2-: Db Gb Ab Gb 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
