Last Clock on the Wall, by Joe Purdy, from CD's Live at Hotel Cafe and Last Clock on the Wall.
No capo, standard tuning.
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(x3)
Train leaves the station, there's blood on the tracks
I threw my record player, and you ain't coming back
And I saw you on the stage, singing songs we used to play
He'd grown all his hair out, but he still don't look like me
And I know you were listening 'cause I heard it in a song
Said "I may be moving babe, but I ain't moving on"
I can sing you a lullaby that I made up in the dark
But you know that I think I would rather sing yours
It's funny they don't make 'em with their voices still shaking anymore
The whistling of the boxcar threw me out into the wind
It's cold in San Francisco and I'm thinking back to when
You dropped me down by the water and you danced on up Golden Gate
I was thinking about the love we had and the love we used to make
I saw you up in Washington with your new boy at the gig
Said "I may be settling baby but I'm settling big"
Said you couldn't wait on me any longer to decide
That may be true but it ain't no excuse for you to hide
Cause your new room with a view is just a fancy place for you to run and hide
And the last clock on the wall is starting to fall
And no one seems to mind at all
And the last clock on the wall is starting to fall
And no one seems to mind at all
(x2)
Oh and I threw my glass down on Main Street, started a fire in the park
But the crowd I was hoping for, they just vanished in the dark
So I walked around the corner, yeah with the crazies on the street
And I saw a girl that looked just like you, she had no shoes upon her feet
Oh and she said that she heard from angels and they told her what to do
I said "They may be talking babe, but they ain't talking to you"
Yes and they told her she could fly if she jumped off a building that was high
And you know that may be the last thing that she said
Yeah but I wish that you wouldn't listen to every voice that comes and creeps inside your head
And the last clock on the wall is starting to fall
And no one seems to mind at all
And the last clock on the wall is starting to fall
And no one seems to mind at all