5 acessos
( C D G Am C D )
Em Em/G D D4 D D4 D9
I flew in on the evening plane
Em Em/G D A
Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Bm D A
And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Bm D A Bm
And taste the winter of another life
Em Em/G D D D4 D D4 D9
A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round
Em Em/G D
I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground
Bm D A
On rocky memories and choking tears
Bm D A Bm
I believe it only rained round here these thirty years
C G Bm A
Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Am Em G D
You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
C G Bm Em
And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Am Em D
To place upon your pillow as the morning came?
Em Em/G D D4 D D4 D9
Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up
Em E/G D A
I could murder coffee in a grande cup
Bm D A
No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here
Bm D A Bm
A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear
C G Bm A
And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement
Am Em G D
The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone
C G Bm Em
And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats
Am Em D
When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on
Instrumental: Em Em/G D D4 D D4 D9
Em Em/G D A
Bm D A
Bm D A Bm
C G Bm A
Am Em G D
C G Bm Em
Am Em D
C D G Am C D
Em Em/G D D4 D D4 D9
I flew in on the evening plane
Em Em/G D A
Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Bm D A
And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Bm D A Bm
And taste the winter of another life
C G Bm A
Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Am Em G D
You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
C G Bm Em
And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Am Em D
To place upon your pillow as the morning came?
C G Bm A
Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered
Am Em G D
I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night
C G Bm Em
And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel
Am Em D
Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites