Intro:
Am C G C
F C F
Am C G C
Pour the petrol can, around this caravan.
F C F
And watch the flames take all you own.
Am C G C
There's a girl who understands, by the back of her two hands.
F C F
She's all you need to know.
G C G F
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
G C G F
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
G C G F
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.
Interlude -whistling-:
Am C G C F C F
Am C G C
And you follow the blackbird home, through the early winter snow.
F C F
Your footprints track you through the grass.
Am C G C
And you ache just to smell her clothes, and her cooking down on the stove.
F C F
You see her face in everyone you pass.
G C G F
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
G C G F
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
G C G F
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.
G C G F
And you walk down to her window.
G C G F
And press your face against the glass.
G C G F
Only to find that she is happy in his arms.
Interlude -whistling-:
Am C G C F C F
G C G F
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
G C G F
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
G C G F
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.
