| 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 | albat | ros |
| Am | F | C | |
| monster ballads and the s | tations of the c | ross |
| 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 | |
| an | d 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 v | ast 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 |