Bm Cm C#m A#m Four o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't feel like very mutch. Bm Cm C#m A#m I said to my self, "where are you, golden boy, where's your fameous golden touch?" Bm Cm C#m A#m I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down, Bm Cm C#m A#m I thought you where the crownprince of all the wheels in Iv?ry Town. Bm Bbm Am A#m Just take a look at your body now, There's nothing mutch to save. Bm Bbm Am A#m And a bitter voice in the mirror cries "Hey, Prince, you need a shave." Bm Cm C#m Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave, A#m Bm Cm C#m Why don't you try unwrapping a stainless steel razor blade? Cm Bm C#m Am C That's right, it's come to this. Yes, it's come to this, Bb D G And wasn't it a long way down? Bb D G Ah wasn't it a strange way down? Bm Cm C#m A#m Ther's no hot water and the cold is running thin, Bm Cm C#m A#m Well, what do you expect from the kind of places you've been living in? Bm Cm C#m A#m Don't drink from that cup, it's all caked up and cracked along the rim , Bm Cm C#m A#m That's not electric light, my friend, that is your vision growing dim. Bm Bbm Am A#m Cover up your face with soap, there, now you're Santa Claus, Bm Bbm Am A#m And you got a gift for anyone who give you his applause. Bm Cm C#m I thougt you were a racing man, ah, but you couldn't take the pace. Bm Cm C#m That's a funeral in the mirror, and it's stopping at your face. Cm Bm C#m Am C That's right, it's come to this. Yes' it's come to this, Bb D G And wasn't it a long way down? Bb D G Ah, wasn't it a strange way down? Bm Cm C#m A#m Once there was a path and girl with chestnut hair, Bm Cm C#m A#m And you passed the summer picking all of the berries that grew there. Bm Cm C#m A#m There were times she was a woman, there were times she was just a child, Bm Cm C#m A#m And you held her in the shadow where the raspberries grow wild. Bm Bbm Am A#m And you climbed the twilight mountains, and you sang about the view, Bm Bbm Am A#m And ev'erywhere you wandered, love seemed to go along with you. Bm Cm C#m That's a hard one to remember, yes, it makes you clench your fist, Bm Cm C#m And the veins stand out like highways all along your wrist. Cm Bm C#m Am C That's right, it's come to this. Yes' it's come to this, Bb D G And wasn't it a long way down? Bb D G Ah, wasn't it a strange way down? Bm Cm C#m A#m You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend, Bm Cm C#m A#m On the back of every magazine, there are those coupons you can sand. Bm Cm C#m A#m Why don't you join the Rosicrucians? They will give you back your hope, Bm Cm C#m A#m You can find your love with diagrams on a plain brown envelope. Bm Bbm Am A#m But you've used up all coupons, except the one that seems Bm Bbm Am A#m To be written on you wrist. along with several thousand dreams. Bm Cm C#m Now Santa Claus comes forward, that's a razor in his mitt, Bm Cm C#m And he puts on his dark glases, and he shows you where to hit. Bm Cm C#m And then the cameras pan, the stand-in stuntman, Bb D G dress in rehearsal rag. Bb D G It's just the dress rehearsal rag, Bb D G You know this dress rehearsal rag, Bb D G It's just the dress rehearsal rag,
