Toledo

D Well I don't know what day it is, G walkdown to F# Bm and I'm afraid to say I'm not sure where I am. F#m Bm And these hotel rooms and greasy spoons E A7 have over stayed their welcome once again. D And the folks down in the hotel lounge, G walkdown to F# Bm sit far apart and order rounds all night. F#m Bm And I'd rather be upon the moon, E A7 'cause atleast from there I'd have you in my sight. Em A I'm sure it's indisputable, I hear Toledo's beautiful. D Em Gm D But not here from this hotel lobby phone. Em A D So no offense Toledo, but I'm going home. And if I was there I'd pick you up, and take you out and head down to the crown. We'd trip the light fandango, tie a yellow ribbon around this town. And I'd sing for you karaoke, so go on girl and pick your favourite song. And the Japanese- Jimmy-Deans-Rock-a-Billy boyfriends sing along. I'm sure it's indisputatble, I hear Toledo's beautiful. But not here from this hotel lobby phone. So no offense Toledo, but I'm going home. Bm F#m G D And your voice is in my heart, and it's pounding like the sea. Bm F#m A#dim It sings at night alone, in a perfect melody. Bm F#m G D But the voices in my head are still fighting off at sea, Bm Em so come down from that widow's walk A D and lay your heavy heart on me.