ELIZA (Eliza Doolittle) - Empty hand

^CI don't have the ^Cmaj7reflection Of anybody ^C7checking their face In the ^Fshade of my glasses^Fm One way ticket on the ^Cfast train And I'm ^Gsolo all the ^G7way

^CI could maybe read a ^Cmaj7novel To push away the ^C7trouble That sits in the ^Fpit of my tummy^Fm But I know that it will ^Cfind me When I ^Gfinish the last ^G7page

^FAn empty ^Fmhand I wave good^Cbye ^FI feel a ^Fmtickle in my^G eye^G7

No I'll ^Cne^Cmaj7ver, s^C7ever any ^Ftie ^FmTired of the ^Cjourney ^GNo hand held in ^G7mine No I'll ^Cne^Cmaj7ver, s^C7ever any ^Ftie ^FmTired of the ^Cjourney ^GNo hand held in ^Cmine

^CWill I always feel it ^Cmaj7more On a day when there's a ^C7storm Or a raincloud, so ^Fdangerous and lonely ^Fm No one ever ^Ctold me That the ^Gdarkness is my ^G7foe ^CAnd I'm looking out the ^Cmaj7window And losing both my ^C7dimples As they enter the ^Fends of my smile ^Fm 'Cause I am a thousand ^Cmiles From the ^Gplace I need to ^G7go

^FAn empty ^Fmhand I wave good^Cbye ^FI feel a ^Fmtickle in my^G eye^G7

No ^CI'^Cmaj7ll nev^C7er, sever^F any tie ^FmTired of the ^Cjourney ^GNo hand held in ^G7mine No I'll ^Cne^Cmaj7ver, s^C7ever any ^Ftie ^FmTired of the ^Cjourney ^GNo hand held in ^Cmine