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| G | C | G | |
| Radio waves are coming | miles and mile | s |
| C | G | |
| Bringing only empty | boats |
| C | G | |
| Whatever feeling they had | when they s | ailed |
| C | G | |
| Somehow slipped out between the | notes |
| Em | C | G | |
| Out on the desert and | feeling | lost |
| Em | C | G | |
| The bonnet wears a wire | albatro | ss |
| Em | C | G | |
| Monster ballads and the | stations of the | cross |
| D | C | |
| Sighing just a little | bit |
| D | C | |
| Sighing just a little | bit |
| And I was thinking 'bout what Katy done |
| Thinking 'bout what Katy did |
| The fairest daughter of the Pharoah's son |
| Dressed in gold 'neath pyramids |
| Out on the desert now and feeling lost |
| The bonnet wears a wire albatross |
| Monster ballads and the stations of the cross |
| Sighing just a little bit |
| Sighing just a little bit |
| C | |
| Ones and zeroes bleeding mesa noise |
| G | D | |
| And when you're empty there's so | much space for them |
| C | |
| You turn it off but then a still, small voice |
| G | D | |
| Comes in blazing from some | vast horizon |
| (piano solo) |
| And I was thinking 'bout my river days |
| And I was thinking 'bout me and Jim |
| Passing cairo on a getaway |
| With every steamboat like a hymn |
| Out on the desert now and feeling lost |
| The bonnet wears a wire albatross |
| Monster ballads and the stations of the cross |
| Sighing just a little bit |
| D | C | |
| Smiling just a little | bit |