Richard Shindell - Last fare of the day

I saw them ^Gstanding in the ^Drain ^EmOut on Seventh Ave^Cnue He held her ^Gclose, like she might ^Dfall if he let ^Cgo ^C He helped her ^Gin, he shut the ^Ddoor And our ^Emeyes met in the ^Cmirror "To ^GEnglewood, just tak^De it slow" ^Gis all^C h^Ge said

And into the ^Cstream we pulled a^Emway I know it ^Dwell, this old bal^Clet Finding the ^Cflow, minding the ^Emsway Catching ^Ggreen lights all the ^Cway ^C

Up Amster^Gdam, the meter ^Ddark ^EmI turned off the rad^Cio She whispered &^Gquot;Thanks, I could^D not bear ano^Cther wo^Crd." Out on the ^Gbridge, the traffic ^Dslowed ^EmThe brake lights and the ^Cwash Of all those ^Gtruckers heading ^Dsouth on ninety-^Gfive ^{C G}

And across the ^Cspan we pulled a^Emway I know it ^Dwell, this old bal^Clet Finding the ^Cflow, minding the ^Emsway Catching ^Ggreen lights all the ^Cway ^C And I brought them ^Dhome I brought them ^Emhome ^C I brought them ^Ghome in that ^Dcruel, cruel ^Grain ^{D C C}

And now it's ^Gspring, and where's the ^Drain ^EmAll the wells are running ^Cdry And the ^Greservoirs have ^Dreached an all-time ^Clow ^C And if this ^Gred light ever ^Dturns ^EmIf I can make it through the ^Cpark I'll head up^Gtown for the ^Dlast fare of the ^Gday ^{C G}

And turn it ^Cdoes, I pull a^Emway I know it ^Dwell, this old bal^Clet Finding the ^Cflow, minding the ^Emsway Catching ^Ggreen lights all the ^Cway ^C

And there they ^Gare, outside St. ^DLuke's ^EmWith their flowers and ^Cballoons All a^Gmazement at the ^Dbaby in her ^Carms ^C As Amster^Gdam makes us a ^Dplace ^EmI ask about her ^Cname And we all ^Glaugh when he says ^DHope and she says ^GGrace ^{C G}

And then it ^Cstarts, the heavens ^Emgive I know it ^Dwell, this old bal^Clet Finding the ^Cflow, minding the ^Emsway Catching ^Ggreen lights all the ^Cway ^C I brought them ^Dhome I brought ^Emthem home ^C I brought them ^Ghome in that ^Dsweet, sweet ^Emrain ^C I brought them ^Ghome in that ^Dsweet, sweet ^Grain ^{C G}