| E | A | D | G | B | E | |
| [] | [] |
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| CG: 3 2 0 0 3 0 |
| Em: 0 2 2 0 0 0 (022010 C note often added to Em = Cmaj7) |
| D/F# 2 0 0 2 3 2 |
| Intro: G6 Em D C G |
| Verse: |
| G6 | |
| Dark l | aughter on the teeter-totter, |
| Em | Cmaj7 | |
| an | old | song floats across the water. |
| D | C | G | D/F# | |
| I know I should p | ack up and move | on. |
| G6 | |
| One-note Johnnies proliferate, |
| Em | Cmaj7 | |
| the | wind | rises, the hour is late |
| D | C | G | |
| here in the g | oing going gone. |
| To Intro: |
| My heart ain't mine, my heart is yours |
| or else I left it out-of-doors |
| like a baseball glove out on the lawn. |
| I'd walk through fire to retrieve it, |
| but still you never would believe it |
| here in the going going gone. |
| Everywhere you look you see |
| more of you and more of me |
| scrambling for the goods, the lines are drawn. |
| Peace and quiet, is there any? |
| We are the beautiful too many, |
| here in the going going gone. |
| Modern Love's a loaded gun. |
| I live alone and love everyone |
| and I feel pretty good, is that so wrong? |
| Passion called and I would blow it. |
| Now I'm an old Chinese poet |
| here in the going going gone. |
| Porch full of winter squash and pumpkin, |
| Summer's always really something, |
| but one day Fall arrives with a chilly dawn. |
| While lovers make love in warm beds, |
| the forsaken sit and scratch their heads |
| here in the going going gone. |
| The rain keeps falling on the flood. |
| The flower closes to a bud. |
| All my gifts you say are just a con. |
| But I'll always want to be your friend. |
| That is my prayer until Amen, |
| here in the going going gone. |