C F C
radio waves are coming miles and miles
F C
bringing only empty boats
F C
whatever feeling they had when they sailed
F C
somehow slipped between the notes
Am F C
out on the desert now and feeling lost
Am F C
the bonnet wears a wire albatros
Am F C
monster ballads and the stations of the cross
G F
sighing just a little bit
G F
sighing just a little bit
i was thinking bout what katy done
thinking bout what katy did
the fairest daughter of the pharoes son
dressed in gold neath pyramids
out on the desert,etc
F
ones and zeros bleeding mesa noise
C G
and when your empty theres so much space for them
F
you turn it off but then a still small voice
C G
comes in blazing from some vast horizon
and i was thinking bout my river days
i was thinking bout me and jim
passing cairo on a getaway
with every steamboat like a him
