C                           Am
You can tell Gayle, if she calls,
           F                          G
that I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs.
C                    Am  F                         G
And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try.
              Am           G           F             C
When we were kids on the field of the first day of school.
Am         G         F
I would've been her fool.
     Am                   G                 F              C
And I would've sang out your name in those old high school halls.
C                G               C
You tell that to Gayle, if she calls.


C                             Am
And you can tell Jane, if she writes,
               F                       G
that I'm drunk off all these stars and all these crazy Hollywood nights.
C            Am      F                         G
That's total deceit, but she should've married me.
               Am           G           F             C
And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor,
Am                G            F
bleeding out from all of these wounds.
  Am                    G                F              C
I would've gotten her a ride out of that town she despised.
C                 G             C
You tell that to Janey, if she writes.


      Am         F         C                G
But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes
         Am       F               C     G
that will cut you to ribbons sometimes.
     Am        F            C           G
And all you can do is just wait by the moon
     Am           F        C    G          C
and bleed if it's what she says you oughta do.


Am – F – C – G
Am – F – C – G
Am – G – F – C
C — G – C


C                           Am
You remind Nana, if she asks why,
       F                                   G
that a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind.
   C                                    Am
I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool,
   F                                   G
goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue.
               Am            G              F          C
But I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her,
Am                G              F
praying she won't cancel again tonight.
          Am               G            F           C
And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh.
C          G                  C
You remind Nana, if she asks why.


C – Am – F – G
               Tell her it’s alright
C – Am – F – G
               You know it's hard to tell you this.
Am – G – F – C     Am – G – F – C
                                 Oh it's hard to tell you this.

Am – G – F – C   C        G               C
                  Here's looking at you, Kid.