C         D7         G       C
E|was| born in the Summer of Sam --
C            D7            G
Smaller and sooner than planned --
C        D7         G      C
In the spitting image of a man
                 D7                 G
Raised by wolves on the fat of the land.
C         D7         G       C
Clear of romance, beauty, and damned
C            D7            G
Tomorrow will come if she can.


C         D7             G       C
Just want a woman who can walk on a wire
C            D7            G 
With a trembling glass in her hand.

D7                    C             G
Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls,
              C                 D7
Down the valley deeper still it goes;

C             G              C
Got my weapons out, I'm laying low
C        D7            G
On this end of the telescope.

C           D7         G       C
Alone, you ramble the whole of the world
C            D7            G
Through black-water jungles for bliss.
C           D7         G      C
It's feast or famine, you eat what you kill
                 D7                 G
There's no need to bring God into this.
C              D7         G       C
My heart is heavy and pressed to the bone,
C            D7            G
Some people too heavy to hold.
C        D7        G       C
Salutations, take me as I am --
C            D7            G 
You can have me, or leave me alone.
D7                    C             G
Sun-kissed lemons in the graveyard below
              C                 D7
Here in death you see new adventures grow.
C             G              C
I see you at last but mostly ghost,
C        D7            G
On this end of the telescope.



Em             C   
This will not be easy
G               G7                   C
Word's out the doctor is not coming in
                         G 
This genie is too angry to go back
D7                 C
Into the bottle again.

then another solo which I don't have the talents to tab

C           D7         G       C
Closer than ever, and covered in birds
C            D7            G
A bone-colored moon fills the west.
C                D7              G           C
Now, throats will be slashed, and flags will unfurl
              D7           G
As time will divide us in gangs.
C              D7         G       C
Now, years of progress digging the sand
C            D7            G
Companions we made didn't last.
C           D7           G          C
Now, lousy lovers do well with their hands
C            D7            G 
But I'll reach you like nobody can.
D7                    C             G
Now, slow and easy, you let your paddle go
              C                 D7
Down a the bottom there is more hell to row.
C             G              C
I see clear at last: I love, I loathe,
C        D7            G
On this end of the telescope.