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Dm A7
When you see what can't be helped go by
Bb
With bloody murder in its eye
Eb F
And the mouth of a man put on the rack
A7 Dm A7
The voice of a man about to crack
Dm A7
When you see the litter of their lives
Bb
The stupid children, bitter wives
Eb
Your self-esteem in disarray
F
You do your best to climb away
A A7 D Am7/D
From the streaming traffic of decay.
Gm Bb C Bb C F
Believing, if you will, that all these sick hate days
Cm Bb C7
Are just a kind of trick Fate plays
Bbm F Dm
But still behind your shaded eyes
Gm Dm A A7
That mind-constricting thick weight stays
Dm
When on the outskirts of the town
A(7)
comes bumping cavernously down
Bb Eb
Out of the brick gateways
F A
From the faded mansion on the hill
Dm
The out-of-date black Cadillac
A(7)
With the old man crumpled in the back
Dm A7 D Am7/D
That Time has not yet found the time to kill.
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7 / / / C
Between the headlands to the sea, the fleeing yachts of summer go
C B7 Em Em7sus4 - A
White as a sheet and faster than the driven snow
C B7 E C/D D
Like dolphins riding high and giant seabirds flying low.
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7 / / / C
And square across the wind the cats and wingsails pull ahead
B7 Em Em7Sus4 - A
Living their day as if it almost could be said
C B7 E E7
The cemetery of home could somehow soon be left for dead.
A C#m7
But the graveyard of tall ships is really here,
DMaj7 E9
Where the grass breaks up the driveway more each year
F#m E Bm/D
And here is all these people have
E Bm/D
And everything they can't believe
E
The beach the poor men never reach,
Bm/D A Am7/D D7
The shore the rich men never leave.
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7
Between the headlands from the sea the homing yachts of summer fill
C B7 Em Em7sus4 A
The night with shouts and falling sails, and then are still
C B7 Em A
The avenues wind up into the darkness of the hill
Cmaj7 B7 Em C Bm7sus4 E.
Where Time tonight might find the time to kill.
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