Gene Clark - Past my door

^DYou say it's all your imagi^Anation ^CShould I just ^Gstand here or ^Abury myself in ^Dyour floor? You say, "Don’t add to my frus^Atration" Well, I ^Cdidn't in^Gtend to ^Alinger at yo^Dur door

Blackboard explanations and ^Ctrial examinations And ^Gtemperature relations on the ^Dmoon The streetcar of invention, an after^Cnoon of slight intention The ef^Gfects of some strong lesson learned too ^Dsoon

"Too ^Glate", cries a melting, lonely ^Dsnowman "For^Gget", reminds a blackbird taking ^Dwing ^Bm "Tomorrow", whisper voices in the ^Adarkness But the ^Gdays go slowly moulting past my ^Ddoor

^CTook a ^Gwalk with ^Amyou The ^Cclouds were ^Emblue on the ^Fbottom And white on the ^Gtop ^{F C} We saw that ^Gone day could ^Amshow I ^Cwish that ^EmI would ^Fnever Have to ^Gstop ^{F C D}

Up the walk cry vendors, Missus ^CBlack never remembers And ^Gfinally she goes screaming through the ^Dnight Apartment house conceptions, a ^Cgirl who paints deception With the ^Gblurred out recollection of the ^Dlight

"^GStop her", slurs a constable in ^Ddenims What ^Gdare relates the viewer from the ^Dblind "When^Bmever", says the upstairs Ange^Alina But the ^Gdays go slowly moulting past my ^Ddoor^N.C.

^DYou say it's only imagi^Anation ^CShould I just ^Gstand here or ^Abury myself in ^Dyour floor? You say, "Don’t add to my frus^Atration" But I ^Cdidn't in^Gtend to ^Alinger at yo^Dur door