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Em           Em/G           D  D4 D D4 D9
   I flew in on the evening plane
Em             Em/G                 D          A
   Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Bm             D                 A
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Bm               D          A          Bm
   And taste the winter of another life

Em                   Em/G     D             D D4 D D4 D9
   A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round
            Em              Em/G           D
   I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground
Bm          D            A
   On rocky memories and choking tears
      Bm             D                       A      Bm
   I believe it only rained round here these thirty years

                 C            G              Bm            A
   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Am                         Em                G          D
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
                   C              G               Bm              Em
   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Am                    Em            D
   To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

Em           Em/G                    D       D4 D D4 D9
   Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up
Em           E/G              D         A
   I could murder coffee in a grande cup
Bm            D                A
   No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here
Bm              D                      A           Bm
   A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear

           C            G                 Bm                      A
   And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement
Am                       Em                G             D
   The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone
           C              G                   Bm             Em
   And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats
Am                            Em                      D
   When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on

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              Bm  D  A
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Em           Em/G           D  D4 D D4 D9
   I flew in on the evening plane
Em             Em/G                 D          A
   Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Bm             D                 A
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Bm               D          A          Bm
   And taste the winter of another life

                 C            G              Bm            A
   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Am                         Em                G          D
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
                   C              G               Bm              Em
   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Am                    Em            D
   To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

        C                  G                  Bm            A
   Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered
Am                             Em                G                 D
   I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night
           C            G                Bm             Em
   And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel
Am                        Em          D
   Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites