E                                 E7
The morning sun touched gently on
     A             E
the eyes of Lucy Jordan

in a white suburban bedroom
       B                    B7
in a white suburban town.
        E                          E7
As she lay there 'neath the covers
         A               E
dreaming of a thousand lovers
           B                      B7
till the world turned to orange
                             E     E7
and the room went spinning round.

        A
At the age of thirty-seven
       E
she realized she'd never ride

through Paris in a sports car
                           B
with the worm wind in her hair.

        E                          E7
So she let the phone keep ringing
        A                  E
as she sat there softly singing
       B
the nursery rhymes she'd memorize
         A            E
in her daddy's easy chair.

                            E7
Her husband is off to work
         A                E
and the kids are off to school

and there were oh so many ways
     B                   B7
for her to spend a day.

            E                        E7
She could clean the house for hours
   A                 E
or re-arrange the flowers
    B
or make it through the shady stream
                   E
screaming all the way.

        A
At the age of thirty-seven
       E
she realized she'd never ride

through Paris in a sports car
                           B
with the worm wind in her hair.

        E                          E7
So she let the phone keep ringing
        A                  E
as she sat there softly singing
       B
the nursery rhymes she'd memorize
         A            E
in her daddy's easy chair.

                                  E7
The evening sun touched gently on
     A             E
the eyes of Lucy Jordan

on the roof top where she climbed
                                B     B7
when all the laughter grew too loud.

          E                           E7
And she bowed and cursed to the man
       A                    E
who reached out ... off to her his hands
     B
and led her down to a long white car
                        E    E7
that waited, past the crowd.

        A
At the age of thirty-seven
     E
she knew that she'd found heaven

as she rode along through Paris
                           B
with the worm wind in her hair.