Gm F Bb Cm Eb F

Gm                          F
   I flew in on the evening plane
Gm                                  F          C
   Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Dm             F                 C
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Dm               F          C          Dm
   And taste the winter of another life


Gm                            F
   A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round
            Gm                              F
   I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground
Dm          F            C
   On rocky memories and choking tears
      Dm             F                       C      Dm
   I believe it only rained round here these thirty years


                 Eb            Dm              Bb            Gm
   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Cm                         Gm                Bb          F
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
                   Eb              Dm               Bb              Gm
   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Cm                    Gm            F
   To place upon your pillow as the morning came?


Gm                                  F
   Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up
Gm                            F         C
   I could murder coffee in a grande cup
Dm            F                C
   No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here
Dm              F                      C           Dm
   A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear


           Eb            Dm                Bb                      Gm
   And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement
Cm                       Gm                Bb            F
   The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone
           Eb             Dm                  Bb             Gm
   And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats
Cm                            Gm                      F
   When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on


[INSTRUMENTAL USING CHORDS FROM VERSE, CHORUS, INTRO]
Gm F - Gm F C - Dm F C - Dm F C Dm
Eb Dm Bb Gm - Cm Gm Bb F ? Eb Dm Bb Gm ? Cm Gm F
Gm F Bb Cm Eb F


Gm                          F
   I flew in on the evening plane
Gm                                  F          C
   Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
Dm             F                 C
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
Dm               F          C          Dm
   And taste the winter of another life


                 Eb            Dm              Bb            Gm
   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
Cm                         Gm                Bb          F
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
                   Eb              Dm               Bb              Gm
   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
Cm                    Gm            F
   To place upon your pillow as the morning came?


        Eb                 Dm                 Bb            Gm
   Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered
Cm                             Gm                Bb                F
   I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night
           Eb            Dm               Bb             Gm
   And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel
Cm                        Gm          F
   Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites