Artist: Yardbirds
INTRO: [Gm] [Gb] [F] [E]
#1.
[Eb]Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
and [Abm]ten-cent red roses from de[E]partment store
[Eb]counters.
[Abm]Watching the moonlight re[E]flect off the [Eb]river..
be[Dbm]side where the [Eb]trains cross the [Dbm]bridge and
slow [Eb]down.
[Abm]Trains with white letters on [E]black iron [Eb]sides..
and [Abm]wild rushing water that [E]all rolls a[Eb]way.
And [Dbm]Little Miss [Eb]Someone does [Dbm]not want to [Eb]stay.
[Abm]Everyone's moving, with [E]places to [Eb]go..
and [Dbm]Mr. Zer[Eb]o, he [Dbm]sadly stands [Eb]still..as the [Abm]water
goes one way, the [E]train goes an[Eb]other..
Mr. [Dbm]Zero stands [Eb]still and Miss Someone don't
[Abm]bother.[Bb] [Eb]
#2.
[Eb]Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow, as
[Abm]campfires of [Gb]midnight [E]dissolve in the [Eb]darkness.
The [Abm]room is deserted, the [E]blinds have been [Eb]drawn,
[Eb]Little Miss Someone has [Dbm]packed up and [Eb]gone.
[Abm]Fast moving cars dis[E]appear down the [Eb]highway,
with [Abm]signs that say, [E]hitch-hikers..do not [Eb]disturb..
Mr. [Dbm]Zero looks [Eb]quietly [Dbm]up from the [Eb]curb.
[Abm]Morning has faded, and [E]shadows have [Eb]grown, and Little
Miss Someone is [Dbm]on her way [Eb]home.
Mr. [Abm]Zero stands [E]watching, her plane flies [Eb]above,
and with [Dbm]frost-bitten [Eb]hands waves goodbye to his [Abm]love.[Bb]
#3.
[Eb]Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday
and [Abm]tapestry kittens are [E]hung on the [Eb]wall.
They all [Abm]die in the air like a [E]soft minor [Eb]chord,
a [Dbm]vacancy [Eb]sign, and a [Dbm]bulletin [Eb]board.
Mr. [Abm]Zero is wrapping his [E]jacket a[Eb]round him,
speaking [Abm]kind words that should have been [E]said long [Eb]ago..
but [Dbm]Little Miss [Eb]Someone does [Dbm]not want to [Eb]know.
The [Abm]night is deserted, there's [E]dust on the [Eb]shelf,
Mr. [Dbm]Zero sits [Eb]lonely and [Dbm]talks to him[Eb]self.
It's [Abm]too late to change, the fine [E]line has been [Eb]crossed..
the [Dbm]charades are all [Eb]done, Mr Zero [Abm]has [Ab]lost.[Gb] [Abm]
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
#1.
[Eb]Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
and [Abm]ten-cent red roses from de[E]partment store
[Eb]counters.
[Abm]Watching the moonlight re[E]flect off the [Eb]river..
be[Dbm]side where the [Eb]trains cross the [Dbm]bridge and
slow [Eb]down.
[Abm]Trains with white letters on [E]black iron [Eb]sides..
and [Abm]wild rushing water that [E]all rolls a[Eb]way.
And [Dbm]Little Miss [Eb]Someone does [Dbm]not want to [Eb]stay.
[Abm]Everyone's moving, with [E]places to [Eb]go..
and [Dbm]Mr. Zer[Eb]o, he [Dbm]sadly stands [Eb]still..as the [Abm]water
goes one way, the [E]train goes an[Eb]other..
Mr. [Dbm]Zero stands [Eb]still and Miss Someone don't
[Abm]bother.[Bb] [Eb]
#2.
[Eb]Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow, as
[Abm]campfires of [Gb]midnight [E]dissolve in the [Eb]darkness.
The [Abm]room is deserted, the [E]blinds have been [Eb]drawn,
[Eb]Little Miss Someone has [Dbm]packed up and [Eb]gone.
[Abm]Fast moving cars dis[E]appear down the [Eb]highway,
with [Abm]signs that say, [E]hitch-hikers..do not [Eb]disturb..
Mr. [Dbm]Zero looks [Eb]quietly [Dbm]up from the [Eb]curb.
[Abm]Morning has faded, and [E]shadows have [Eb]grown, and Little
Miss Someone is [Dbm]on her way [Eb]home.
Mr. [Abm]Zero stands [E]watching, her plane flies [Eb]above,
and with [Dbm]frost-bitten [Eb]hands waves goodbye to his [Abm]love.[Bb]
#3.
[Eb]Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday
and [Abm]tapestry kittens are [E]hung on the [Eb]wall.
They all [Abm]die in the air like a [E]soft minor [Eb]chord,
a [Dbm]vacancy [Eb]sign, and a [Dbm]bulletin [Eb]board.
Mr. [Abm]Zero is wrapping his [E]jacket a[Eb]round him,
speaking [Abm]kind words that should have been [E]said long [Eb]ago..
but [Dbm]Little Miss [Eb]Someone does [Dbm]not want to [Eb]know.
The [Abm]night is deserted, there's [E]dust on the [Eb]shelf,
Mr. [Dbm]Zero sits [Eb]lonely and [Dbm]talks to him[Eb]self.
It's [Abm]too late to change, the fine [E]line has been [Eb]crossed..
the [Dbm]charades are all [Eb]done, Mr Zero [Abm]has [Ab]lost.[Gb] [Abm]
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
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