Written by Elliott Murphy
Intro: D G D Bm A verse 1 G D Hey baby now your all alone Bm A Time to think about yourself G D There's nobody sitting next to you Bm A Drinking to your health G D There's nobody sitting next to you Bm A With his eyes below your belt G D Come on baby let the good times roll Bm A Let them roll you right into hell G D Way down by the suicide Bm A Down by the razor blade rodeo G D Sit right next to that tarnished nun Bm A And like a compass she'll show you where to go G D And when you find yourself up in your room Bm A And you got the shopping centre blues G D And you ask your old man to please talk to you Bm A And he says sure (right after the news)Interlude G D Bm A x3 Em G AEm F#m G And lately have these visions of the night Em F#m Been getting lost in this fever dream G And even the ends of your fingers don’t feel right Em So you take a little bit of this F#m And a little bit of that G And man you feel all rightverse 2 G D Hey baby take a walk with me Bm A On the beach in the winter and the rain G D And we can talk about Vogue magazine Bm A And the meaning of artistic pain G D Cause you know you're lost in your own castle now Bm A All you need is Lord Byron's name G D And nobody's sitting next to you G D And your name's not on the guest list too G D Bm And pretty soon nobody's gonna take you home Outro G Bm Take you home (take you home) G Bm Take you home (take you home) G Bm D Take you home (take you home)Em F#m G And lately have these visions of the night Em F#m Been getting lost in this fever dream G And even the ends of your fingers don’t feel right Em So you take a little bit of this F#m And a little bit of that G And man you feel all right