D/G: XX0032
Intro: D-D/G D-D/G
D G D D/G D
Unknown engines underneath the city
D G A
Steam pushing up in billows through the grates
Bm G D G D A
Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem, Its 1968.
D G D D/G D
Just a pair of tunes to hammer out.
D G A
Everybody's off the clock by 10.
Bm G D G D A D D/G D
The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.
D G D D/G D
Feels so free when I hit the avenue.
D G A
Nothing like a New York summer night.
Bm G
Every dream's a good dream,
D G D
Even awful dreams are good dreams,
A
If you're doing it right.
D G D D/G D
Remember soaring higher than a cloud.
D G A
Get pretty sentimental now and then.
Bm G D G D A D D/G D
The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.
Bm G D
And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on.
Bm G A
And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone.
D G D D/G D
Armies massing in the dusky distance.
D G A
Ghosted in the ribbon microphone.
Bm G D D/G D
Leave a little mark on something, maybe,
G A
Take the secret circuit home.
D G D D/G D
Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands.
D G A
Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men.
Bm G D G D A D D/G D
The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.
Bm G D G D A D D/G D
Yeah, the loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.
