Fin Song 8

G A F#m Bm orange river glides through the saddle of the park G A F#m Bm G A F#m Bm an icy day in march cuts the clouds they push apart G F#m Bm A G F#m Bm A G F#m Bm A i’d rather be on fire , rather be on fire , fire G F#m staring straight ahead , meeting the streets Bm G your inky skin and your skinny feet F#m A G it’s about a sidewalk , about a subway , waking to sunsets A F#m Bm G it’s been all of my wishes devised a dream and then lived it A F#m Bm G A and i remember when i first listened to your records F#m Bm G it’s clouded , what we know A F#m we can only hope Bm G A F#m Bm . . . and i’m losing just about everything G A F#m Bm it’s been all of my regrets to live a lie and end upset G A F#m Bm G A and i remember when peace was a pretty contender F#m Bm G A F#m it’s clouded what we know Bm G A F#m and i’m losing everything Bm G and i’m losing everything Bm G and i’m losing everything