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E*:   XXX454
G*:   3X0000
E**:  X00200
E***: 000000 (yes, all strings loose)



Chord in the beginning
G*

Instrumental beginning:
E* B E* B E* B A E   2 times


[Verse]
 E*     B          E*             B            E*
My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire:
               B    A  E
pale hand gripping my pen.
 E*          B      E*          B          E*
Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions,
           B    A   E
letting nine become ten.
  B                    A   B
Two pink doves strut the shingles
          C#m                        F#
picking crumbs from the breakfast I saved
         F#m                       A
for you dear. And I wish you were here
         B
on this postcard day.

E* B E* B E* B A E E***

 E*   B       E*       B         E*
Focus on the fine indeterminate line
               B      A  E
where the sky meets the sea.
 E*           B    E*            B    E*
Desperate midweek words, banal and absurd
             B   A  E
freely flow out of me.
      B               A      B
Well, I may be a hostage to summer
           C#m             F#
but I'm a hostage, not a slave.
          F#m                       A
And I'm clear that I wish you were here
         B
on this postcard day.

E** G*

E* B E* B E* B A E E***
E* B E* B E* B A E

  G                                             F#
Precious cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an ocean tide
  G
swim madly with spice from the orient
               F#
on a mystery watery carpet ride.
 F                      G                    A
But with the sun going down, the wind goes around;
                        B
blows them back out of mind.

G*

E* B E* B E* B A E
E* B E* B E* B A E

 E*           B    E*                   B        E*
My eyes are white circles staring down past the point
       B   A    E   E***
of my restless pen.
 E*                  B  E*                 B    E*
While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truth
         B   A E
call my name again.
      B                   A  B
Two brown legs don't make a summer.
              C#m                     F#
But two brown arms couldn't keep me away.
          F#m                   A
Well, my dear, I wish you were here
         B
on this postcard day.

E* B G* G*

E* B E* B E* B A E E***
E* B E* B E* B A E        These two lines repeatedly...