First Snow On Brooklyn

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   I flew in on the evening plane 
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   Is it such a good idea that I am here again? 
Bm             D                 A 
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife 
Bm               D          A          Bm 
   And taste the winter of another life 

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   A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round 
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   I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground 
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   On rocky memories and choking tears 
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   I believe it only rained round here these thirty years 

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   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming 
Am                         Em                G          D 
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame 
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   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour 
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   To place upon your pillow as the morning came? 

Em           Em/G                    D       D4 D D4 D9 
   Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up 
Em           E/G              D         A 
   I could murder coffee in a grande cup 
Bm            D                A 
   No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here 
Bm              D                      A           Bm 
   A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear 

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   And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement 
Am                       Em                G             D 
   The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone 
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   And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats 
Am                            Em                      D 
   When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on 

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Em           Em/G           D  D4 D D4 D9 
   I flew in on the evening plane 
Em             Em/G                 D          A 
   Is it such a good idea that I am here again? 
Bm             D                 A 
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife 
Bm               D          A          Bm 
   And taste the winter of another life 

                 C            G              Bm            A 
   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming 
Am                         Em                G          D 
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame 
                   C              G               Bm              Em 
   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour 
Am                    Em            D 
   To place upon your pillow as the morning came? 


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   Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered 

Am                             Em                G                 D 
   I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night 
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   And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel 
Am                        Em          D 
   Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites