Тональность: C major•
Verse 1
As you laid spread out
on the Sunday paper
Looked like the crime scene
C
I heard the gate clatter to on the elevator
I wrapped myself up in it,
G
like a cold beef roast
C
Fell asleep, was cooked medium
Placed on a dinner room
table in Brooklyn
Before an older couple surrounded
by family and friends
F
So wonderful and kind
It flies back to you giving dollars
To homeless men down in
Not before they convinced you
G
It was for sandwiches and not for wine
I could never convince you baby
C
That this was our time
Verse 2
Interlude 1
G
C
Verse 3
C
Now you're feeding my fabulous
Chinese takeout
On the dampened bedsheets
F
Our last supper so you might say
I woke up in a cold sweat
and realized
C
We'd never cooked one meal together
You always said why bother
We have cuisines of the world
G
Laid at our feet everyday
Verse 4
C
And I thought of our first date
back in Nashville
We shared the poo poo platter
You enjoyed it with such gusto
F
I took it for a sign
We would have many happy meals together
C
In a warm dining room somewhere
Maybe even Brooklyn
That was way back then
And I was just another guy
G
With food on his mind
C
But this baby this was our time
Verse 5
G
C
This was our time
G
C
What did you have in mind
Outro 1
F
G
C
C
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