Intro: Am
AmCEm7Bm
The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh
AmCEm7Bm
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas
AmFGF#B
And I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose
EAEDAm
Yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose
AmCEm7Bm
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come
AmCEmBm
The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
AmFGF#B
But let me ask you one more time, o children of the dusk
EAEDAm
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?
AmCEm7Bm
And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
AmCEm7Bm
Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
AmFGF#B
O lady with your legs so fine, o stranger at your wheel
EAEDAm
You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal
AmCEm7Bm
The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask
AmCEm7Bm
The nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
AmFGF#B
And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite
EAEDAm
And one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night
AmCEm7Bm
O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
AmCEm7Bm
And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm
AmFGF#B
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am
EAEDAm
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb
AmCEm7Bm
With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
AmCEm7Bm
I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world
AmFGF#B
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky
EAEDAm
And lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye