Yellow House - Love in the time of socialism

^FMaybe I'd be better off in ^DmBerlin Or as an artists muse in ^BbLondon Drifting from hand to ^Fhand ^FMaybe I was born to be a ^Dmsailor Drop my anchors in ^BbAntigua As a travelling ^Ffisherman

^FBut I am home ^Bbwherever you are ^Fnear ^FThere's no life in ^Bbanything When you're not ^Fhere

^GmWhat could ^Ctake my ^Flove away? [Verse 2] ^FMaybe I was destined for ^Dmphilosophy Leading leftist ^Bbideologies At the Paris-^FSorbonne ^FDreaming up the splendid ^Dmdemise Of the societies we ^Bbdespise At Cafe de ^FFlore

^FBut these things lose all their ^Bbmeaning and ^Fallure ^FIf you're not there to ^BbWitness the ^Fgrandeur

^GmWhat could ^Cshake my ^Flove away? [Instrumental] F Bb F (x4) Gm C Gm (x2) F Bb F (x2)

^FMaybe we'll be missionaries in the ^DmCongo Revolutionaries in ^BbCuba Perhaps we'll build a ^Fhome ^FIn the shadows of the ^Dmforest Along the east coast, or the west ^Bbcoast I forget where we ^Fdecided

^FAs long as I'm with ^Bbyou when we ^Fdo it ^FI could trade the views ^Bbin For any ^Fpallet

^GmNothing can ^Ctake my ^Flove away ^GmNothing can ^Ctake my ^Flove away