D        
Well I don't know what day it is, 
           G     walkdown to F#        Bm 
and I'm afraid to say I'm not sure where I am. 
         F#m               Bm           
And these hotel rooms and greasy spoons 
      E                              A7    
have over stayed their welcome once again. 
         D 
And the folks down in the hotel lounge, 
          G   walkdown to  F#        Bm 
sit far apart and order rounds all night. 
         F#m               Bm 
And I'd rather be upon the moon, 
         E                                   A7   
'cause atleast from there I'd have you in my sight. 
 
     Em                        A 
I'm sure it's indisputable, I hear Toledo's beautiful. 
D                      Em           Gm  D 
But not here from this hotel lobby phone. 
Em                         A         D 
So no offense Toledo, but I'm going home. 
 
And if I was there I'd pick you up, 
and take you out and head down to the crown. 
We'd trip the light fandango, 
tie a yellow ribbon around this town. 
And I'd sing for you karaoke, 
so go on girl and pick your favourite song. 
And the Japanese- Jimmy-Deans-Rock-a-Billy boyfriends sing along. 
 
I'm sure it's indisputatble, I hear Toledo's beautiful. 
But not here from this hotel lobby phone. 
So no offense Toledo, but I'm going home. 
 
          Bm             F#m              G               D 
And your voice is in my heart, and it's pounding like the sea. 
    Bm             F#m       A#dim 
It sings at night alone, in a perfect melody. 
          Bm           F#m             G             D  
But the voices in my head are still fighting off at sea, 
   Bm                    Em        
so come down from that widow's walk 
     A                        D 
and lay your heavy heart on me.