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GmI stepped out of the St. James hotel And I left you behind curled up like a child DmA change is gonna come And as the door whispered sGmhut I walked on down the high-windowed hall
GmYou lay sleeping on the unmade bed The weatherman on the television in the St. James hotel sDmaid That the rains are gonna come And I Gmstepped out on the streets All sparkling clean with the early morning dew
D#Maybe it was you or Fmaybe it was me? You Dcame on like a punch in the Gmheart D#Lying there with the Flight on your hair Like a DJesus of the moon A Jesus of the planets and the Gmstars
GmWell, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead WelDml, the day is gonna come when we find out GmAnd in some kind of way I take a little comfort from that Now and then
Gm'Cause people often talk about being scared of change But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the Dmsame 'Cause the game is never won GmBy standing in any one place For too long
D#Maybe it was you or maFybe it was me? But tDhere was a chord in you that I could not fGmind to strike D#You lying there with all the liFght in your hair Like a DJesus of the moon A Jesus of the planets and the Gmstars
I see the many girls walking down the empty streets Maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me You can't blame anyone for saying hello I say hey I say hello… I say hello… Will it be me or will it be you? One must stay and one must depart You lying there in the St. James hotel bed Like a Jesus of the moon A Jesus of the planets and the stars I say hello... hello... hello...