(D)I was (C)walk ing a round, bus just a face in the crowd, tryin’ to (Em)keep my self out of the rain.

(D)Saw a (C)va ga bond king with a sty ro foam crown, won dered (Em)if I might end up the same.

(D)There’s a (C)man out on the the cor (D)cra ner,

he and (Em)sing ing old songs a bout (C)change,

ev ’ry bo dy got their (D)cross to bear these (G)days.

She came (C)look ing a for bus some a shel ter the legs with a (Em)suit case to full of to dreams.

(D)To a (C)mo tel bond room on the bou le vard, I guess she’s (Em)try in’ to be up James Dean.

(D)There’s She’s (C)seen all of the dis ci (D)cra ples,

he said (Em)all ma, the wan a na (C)be’s,

no one wants dy to be (D)cross them selves these (G)days.

She came (Em)days.

Still there’s (C)no thing to hold on to but these days.

These (C)days,

the stars seem out of (Em)reach,

these (C)days,

there ain’t a (D)lad der on these (G)streets.

These (C)days are fast,

(D)no thing lasts

(G)in this grace less (C)age,

there ain’t no bo dy left but us these days.

Jim my the mid night train.

There (C)ain’t no bo dy left but us these days.

(Oh.

)

I know Rome’s (A)still burn ing

though the times (A)have changed.

This world (A)keeps turn ing (D)round and round and round and round these (C)days.

(C)days.

These (C)days,

the stars seem out of (Em)reach,

these (C)days,

there ain’t a (D)lad der on these (G)streets.

These (C)days are fast,

(D)love don’t last,

(G)it’s a grace time less (C)age

e ven in no cence has caught the mid night train.

These (C)days,

the stars seem out of (Em)reach,

these (C)days,

there ain’t a (D)lad der on these (G)streets.

These (C)days are fast,

(D)no thing lasts

(G)there ain’t no time to (C)waste,

e there ain’t no bo dy left to take the blame.

These

There (C)ain’t no bo dy left but us these (G)days.

There (C)ain’t no bo dy left but us these (G)days.

There