C                      F         C
radio waves are coming miles and miles
F                   C
bringing only empty boats
                          F         C
whatever feeling they had when they sailed
F                           C
somehow slipped between the notes


Am                        F       C
out on the desert now and feeling lost
Am                      F    C
the bonnet wears a wire albatros
Am                       F               C
monster ballads and the stations of the cross
G                     F
sighing just a little bit
G                     F
sighing just a little bit

i was thinking bout what katy done
thinking bout what katy did
the fairest daughter of the pharoes son
dressed in gold neath pyramids

out on the desert,etc

F
ones and zeros bleeding mesa noise
  C                           G
and when your empty theres so much space for them
F              
you turn it off but then a still small voice
C                           G
comes in blazing from some vast horizon


and i was thinking bout my river days
i was thinking bout me and jim
passing cairo on a getaway
with every steamboat like a him