Written by Leonard Cohen
Intro: Am Am C Em Bm The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh. Am C Em Bm The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas, Am F G F# B and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose, E A E D A Am yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose. Am C Em Bm I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come, Am C Em Bm the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone. Am F G F# B But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk, E A E D A Am All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us? Am C Em Bm And where do all these highways go, now that we are free? Am C Em Bm Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me? Am F G F# B O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel, E A E D A Am You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal. Am C Em Bm The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask Am C Em Bm the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass. Am F G F# B And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite, E A E D A Am and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night. Am C Em Bm O come with me my little one, we will find that farm Am C Em Bm and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm. Am F G F# B And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am, E A E D A Am O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb. Am C Em Bm With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl Am C Em Bm I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world. Am F G F# B We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky, E A E D A Am and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.