Guitar enters on “air brakes”
| G | |
| And then the hiss of the | air brakes |
| C | |
| On the twenty-two F | illmore |
| Am | |
| Underneath our | window |
| C | |
| Breaks up my | reverie |
| G | |
| I roll over and l | ook at you |
| C | |
| You’re breathing q | uietly |
| Am | |
| In the silent d | ust fall |
| C | D | |
| Of a morning l | ight |
| G | |
| Your face is wo | nderful |
| C | |
| I can’t take my e | yes away |
| Am | |
| Suddenly yours o | pen up |
| C | |
| And a brand new d | ay begins |
| G |
| Bm7 | Am7 |
| Bm7 | Am7 |
| Bm7 | Am7 |
| C | D |
| G | |
| The breeze is blowing like w | inter |
| C | |
| On the corner by the b | us stop |
| Am | |
| In my hand-me-down p | ea coat |
| C | |
| You put your hands in m | ine |
| G | |
| I try to light up a c | igarette |
| C | |
| But these matches are w | orthless |
| Am | |
| Between you and these d | amn things |
| C | D | |
| I don’t stand a c | hance |
| G | |
| So we walk up to M | ission Street |
| C | |
| All the way up to M | ission Street |
| Am | |
| And I may have to | kiss you |
| C | |
| For the rest of my l | ife |
| G |
| Bm | Am |
| All the days when you were w | orking far away |
| Bm | Am |
| I’m as empty as a g | love |
| Bm | Am |
| You fill me up when you ret | urn and I can say |
| C | D | |
| That I f | eel a certain purpose in your l | ove |
| G | |
| And then the hiss of the | air brakes |
| C | |
| On the twenty-two F | illmore |
| Am | |
| Underneath our | window |
| C | |
| Breaks up my | reverie |
| G | |
| I roll over and l | ook at you |
| C | |
| You’re breathing q | uietly |
| Am | |
| And a | ll I know is all I know |
| C | D | |
| Is a | ll I have to sa | y |
| G | |
| Is I will l | ove you |
| C | |
| As long as | I can breathe |
| Am | |
| Out o | n a limb that was too thin |
| C | |
| And I | ’m already fallin’ for you |
| G | C |
| Fallin’ for y | ou |
| G | C |
| Fallin’ for y | ou |
| G | C |
| Fallin’ for y | ou |
| G |