Tuning: Standard
Capo: 3

Chris does this little hammer-on on the first chord 
e | 0---- | 
B | 1---- | 
G | 0h2h0 |  FM7/C...I'm just gonna refer to this as F for simplicity's sake.
D | 3---- | 
A | 3---- | 
E | ----- | 

Intro: F (Riff)- C - G x3 (On third time start verse)
     G                         F  C 
Can I call you in the morning?
         G                         F  C 
I promise it will last longer for you
              G                  F 
Than empty sex with an empty man
C                   G
Coated and blistered and blue


(Band enters)
Am
Now my love is lost
C
It's lost somewhere
G
It's thrown out in the streets
Am             C
It's covered by all the neon signs
G
From down in Brooklyn out to Queens


F
Oh, my heart
C
Oh, my heart
G
(guitar plays melody)
F
Oh, my heart
C
Oh, my heart
G


F C
            G                    F C
My heart is dead in New York City
                       G                                      F    C
She packed it with the bottles and the pictures, the spoonfuls of truth
G                         F C
With the dog and with God
               G
And she left home


Am
Now my love is lost
C
It's lost somewhere
G
It's thrown out in the streets
Am             C
It's covered by all the neon signs
G
From down in Brooklyn out to Queens


F
Oh, my heart
C
Oh, my heart 
G
Is dead in New York City
F
Oh, my heart
C
Oh, my heart 
G
Is dead in New York City
F
Oh, my heart
C              
Oh, my heart 
G
Is dead in New York City
F
Oh, my heart
C
Oh, my heart 
G
Is dead in New York


F                    C
Well, this ain't love 
             G                          F
Cause you ain't lying to me about a boy
    C              G
No, this ain't love 

Cause you ain't lying to me about a boy
F                    C
Girl, this ain't love
            G
You are too good to me


(N.C.)
Oh, my heart

Oh, my heart 

Is dead in New York City
F
Oh, my heart
C
Oh, my heart 
G
Is dead in New York City
F
Oh, my heart
C
Oh, my heart 
G
Is dead in New York City
F
Oh, my heart
C
Oh, my heart 
G
Is dead in New York


F  C
              G                  F  C
You will write me in the morning 
        G                        F  C
way before I think to call on you
                   G                                        F  C
It's not that I am cold or rude, or I don't care to read it
               G
I am just upset