Dead Faces

  
And we have 

G
fun — we go 

C
laughing and 

G
running

  
down to the 

D
water, there by the 

C
sea

  
where the 

G
body just floats like a 

Em
rowboat

  
And the 

C
moon’s like a harbor light 

D
lit in the sky.

  
And this 

Em
picture’s got a woman who 

G
looks like you

  
And a 

D
guy who looks just like 

C
someone I’ve seen.

  
When it 

G
turns out, I hope that it turns out,

  
I hope that it 

D
turns out the 

C
way that you 

G
dreamed.

  
Em

G
barcadero 

C
train station’s 

G
empty,

  
And I 

D
just cannot be

C
lieve how long it takes

G
All the way home through the 

Em
city.

  
And everyone’s 

C
looking - at least, it’s nice to be

D
lieve that everyone’s looking.

  
And this 

Em
picture’s got a woman who 

G
looks like you

  
And a 

D
guy who looks just like 

C
someone I’ve seen.

  
When it 

G
turns out, I hope that it turns out,

  
I hope that it 

D
turns out the 

C
way that you 

G
dreamed.

  
Ghostly 

G
faces at my 

C
living-room 

G
window

  
They are not 

D
scared of me because they 

C
know I can’t hurt them.

  
They 

G
press up and see, in the 

Em
lamp-glow,

  
all of the 

C
hurt and the love in

D
side of me.

  
It’s their 

Em
final dut

C
y to 

Em
see right through 

C
me.

  
I tell them “twelve 

Em
hours until the 

D
dawn, but we’ve 

C
got to hold o

D
n.

  
Hold on to me, because we’ll be 

G
running

G
Down to the 

C
water this 

G
morning.”

  
Well, nobody 

D
waits for you to be

C
lieve

  
in 

G
ghosts, lit by moonlight or 

Em
dawning,

  
or in this 

D
picture of you and 

G
me.