| Dm | C | Am | G | |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| Dm | C | Am | G | Em | |
| Ah A | h | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| Am | C | D | F | G | Am | C | D | F | |
| In a | white room | with black c | urtains | n | ear the s | tations |
| G | Am | C | D | F | G | Am | C | D | F | |
| Bl | ackroof c | ountry | , no gold p | avements | , t | ired s | tarlings, |
| G | Am | C | D | F | G | Am | C | D | F | |
| S | ilver h | orses | run down m | oonbeams | i | n your d | ark eyes. |
| G | Am | C | D | F | G | Am | C | D | F | |
| D | awnlight s | miles | on your l | eaving | , | my cont | entment. |
| G | D | F | E | |
| I'll w | ait in this pl | ace where the | sun never s | hines. |
| G | D | F | G | A | A | |
| W | ait in this p | lace where the sh | adows r | un from thems | elves. |
| You said no strings could secure you at the stations. |
| Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. |
| I walked into such a sad time at the station. |
| As I walked out felt my own need just beginning. |
| I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back |
| I'll wait for you where the shadows run from themselves |
| At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd |
| Consolation from the old wound now forgotten |
| Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes |
| She's jst dressing goodbye windows, tired starlings |
| I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd, |
| Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves |
| Dm | C | Am | G | |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| Dm | C | Am | G | Em | Am | |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | |
| The main guitar riff is: I | Am | C | I | D | F | G I |
| By the way : Anyone got the tab of "Burn For You" by John Farnham? |
| Would you please mail it to the above address (I'm sending this |
| via a friend) |
| Chris |