CF
Back in the old folky days
AmEmD
The air was magic when we played
CF
The river boat was rocking in the rain
AmEmD
Midnight was the time for the raid
G
Oh Isabella, Proud Isabella
Am
They tore you down and plowed you under
BmC
You're only real with your makeup on
GD
How could I see you and stay too long
CF
All along the Navaho Trail
AmEmD
burnouts stub their toes on garbage pails
CF
Waitresses crying in the rain
AmEmD
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
G
Oh Mother Goose, she's on the skids
Am
the shoe* ain't happy neither are the kids
BmC
She needs someone that she can scream at
GD
And I'm such at heel for making her so bad
CF
I guess I'll call it sickness gone
AmEmD
It's hard to say the meaning to this song
CF
An ambulance can only go so fast
AmEmD
It's easy to get buried in the past
CF
When you try to make a good thing last
AmEmDG
I saw today, in the entertainment section
Am
There's room at the top for private detection
BmC
To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter
GD
But it's either that or pay off the kidnappers
CF
So all you critics sit alone
AmEmD
You're no better than me for what you've shown
CF
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
AmEmD
We could get together for some scenes
G
Well I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive
Am
and out on the corner it's half past five
BmC
But the subways are empty and so are the cafes
GD
Except for the Farmer's Market and I can still hear him sayin'
CF
"You're all just p**sin' in the wind
AmEmD
You don't know it but you are"
CF
And there ain't nothing like a friend
AmEmD
Who can tell you you're just p**sin' in the wind
G
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
Am
he had a different story for every set of eyes
BmC
How can he remember who he's talking to?
GD G(hold)
Cause I know it ain't me and I hope it isn't you
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.