| G Sometimes it |
B7 seems uni |
Em maginable that you were |
Am ever any other |
B7 way, |
| With your |
Am white rose face and your or |
Em phan clothes |
| Em |
Am broideried jeans and silver |
B7 chains |
| You're a |
G well-known |
B7 face in all the |
Em hang out places where the |
Am lost souls congregate |
B7 |
| And you |
Am sit all night, but you |
Em talk too fast, |
| I |
Am don't know what you're trying to |
B7 say. |
| Oh |
Em Carol, |
D I |
C think it's time for running for |
Em cover, |
D uh |
C huh |
| Be |
Em lieve me |
D you're |
C everyone's and nobody's |
Em lover, |
D uh |
C huh |
| You've got a |
Am one-way ticket for all |
B7 your yester |
Em days |
| GB7 Em | I know your daddy said he'd talk to you |
| Am B7 | But he never really found the time |
| Am Em | And your TV mother with her cocktail eyes |
| Am B7 | Could never really reach your mind |
| GB7 Em | So you fixed your star to a passing dream |
| Am B7 | And took a cocaine holiday |
| Am Em | Now the years flow round you in a muddy stream |
| Am B7 | And you need another place to stay. |
| Oh Carol ... | |
| G Reach down |
D silvery ship from the |
Em stars, I know you're there |
A |
| G I know |
D you'll understand me you can |
Em take me anywhere |
A |
| I |
G know you must be there. |
A |
| GB7 Em | Well, sometimes it seems impossible |
| Am B7 | That the game could get that rough |
| Am Em | But the stage is set, the exit's barred |
| Am B7 | And the make-up won't come off |
| GB7 Em | So you make your bow to the balcony |
| Am B7 | You light another cigarette |
| Am Em | And the lights grow dim as the music starts |
| Am B7 | And it's easy to forget |
| Oh Carol ... | |
| Reach down ... | |