C                  F      C
I?ve got it all to myself now
G                       C
Crack the window just a hair
                F              C
Dark and close, the way I like it
G                        C
Black tobacco chokes the air

C                 F          C
I keep to myself, I lack the language
G                                 C
I measure out my life with coffee grounds
                  F        C
The trees are the color of ashes
          G            C
In Charle magne?s home town

G                            F
And I said I didn?t fear the distance
G                        F
As if I?d ever been that tough
  C
I can hear your voice across the water
G                       C
But that?s nowhere near enough

          F               C
Won?t you fly across that ocean
F      G        C
Take a train on down
            F               C
Because the night?s growing lonesome
F         G            C
In Charle magne?s home town

C                  F       C
The fortune teller told me nothing
G                                    C
That I wouldn?t have found out on my own
                         F       C
She read my palm and she took my money
G                             C
She looked at me with eyes of stone

C                              F       C
She said the odds are long and stacked against us
G                       C
Still we try because we must
             F           C
To keep from leaving our senses
G                     C
Long forgotten in the dust

G
Like the bones of some saint
          F
Beneath a church floor
G                              F
Who must have died for lack of light
C
The color snapshots I sent you
G                         C
All came out in black and white

          F               C
Won?t you fly across that ocean
F      G        C
Take a train on down
            F               C
Because the night?s growing lonesome
F         G            C
In Charle magne?s home town

[Solo]

C                           F          C
There?s a lonely child on a snow white pony
G                           C
On a carousel in the market place
                             F                   C
He sits on that horse and he looks right through me
G                         C
A shadow falls across his face

C                   F           C
What will I do when my glass is empty
G                                C
What will I do when it all comes down
C                      F        C
What will I do when it comes to nothing
          G            C
In Charle magne?s home town

C                      F        C
What will I do when it comes to nothing
          G            C
In Charle magne?s home town