intro:C#m

B                      A
Oh, she's a dying art,
A                      C#m
She's a weathered leaf
C#m                     A
At times of thunderstorm.

B                       A
And he's a prodigal son,
A                        C#m
With his back to the wall,
C#m                A
He's an atomic bomb
A                                B
And she said, she said, she says:

B             F#m
I remember you,
                      A
Your switch-blade eyes.
                        E
The coolest thing to do,
                          B
Was to let you come inside.

B                    F#m
Hands behind my back.
               A
My tongue tied.
                 E
Bare with me now.
                   B
Lets go for a ride.

B                A
She's a dying art,
A                      C#m
She's a weathered leaf
C#m                      A
At times of thunderstorm.


B                       A
And I'm the prodigal one,
A                       C#m
With my back to the wall.
C#m                A
I'm the atomic bomb
A                               B
And she said, she said, she says:

B              F#m
I remember you,
                       A
Your switch-blade eyes.
                        E
The coolest thing to do,
                           B
Was to let you come inside.

B                   F#m
Hands behind my back.
               A
My tongue tied.
                E
Bare with me now.
               F#m  A   C#m  A
Lets go for a ride.

B              F#m
I remember you,
                       A
Your switch-blade eyes.
                        E
The coolest thing to do,
                           B
Was to let you come inside.

B                   F#m
Hands behind my back.
               A
My tongue tied.
                E
Bare with me now.
                   B
Lets go for a ride.


B           F#m
For a ride.
             A E B
For a ride.