Blind Pilot - New york

^CI hear the train all night ^Gsound of its wind blowing t^Amhrough^G our subtle lives^C and i have a job to do ^Gwalking these cars walking ^Amall asleep ^Gto get to you^C

but I don't ^Amfeel your stir ^Cbeside me and your not^Am in my morning ^Ghour

^Csome ties are made to break ^Gsome stalks grow high and green to ^Amrot away^G and feel the wa^Cke

^Cand these lines tell the truth ^Gthese city veins answer a^Amll you do^{G C} so could you ke^Amep me in the pul^Cses could you ke^Amep me in the soun^Gd

^Ci got wise and I got old^G not once, not once did I fa^Amll ^G so don't you ^Cknow

^Cmaybe you bet on me ^Gwhile we were still young eno^Amugh to know^{G C}or to believe

^Cfor every year you took ^Gfor every soft breathe or ^Amloving look^{G C}believe me

and dont ^Amkeep me like you ^Chave me and dont ^Amkiss me like you d^Gon't

^CI got wise and I got ol^Gd not once, not once did I f^Amall ^G so dont you n^Cow

^Csome land holds a home ^Gsome of my years only ho^Amld ^{G C}me to Rome

^Cbut I tell myself its true ^Gyou see a home you see a ^Amman ^{G C}you see it too

and I say ^Amdon't you know you ha^Cve her go on k^Amiss her now you b^Goy

^Ci got wise and I got old^G not once, not once did I fa^Amll ^G so don't you ^Cknow

^Ci got wise and I got old^G not once, not once did I fal^Aml ^G so don't you ^Cknow