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
