At The End Of The Line

F Gm Bb F Cm F I'm long gone, honey babe, far away from my home C Gm Bb F Bb Went out to find myself, just found myself alone C Bb Late night trains since don't run the way they're supposed to F C It's been months since I've been near anyone I was close to Dm Bb At the end of the line, wildflowers grow on the track F Cm F I'd return to the cities of my youth if I knew the youth'd come back C F C F C Gm Bb F I was holed up in my hotel, I got a telephone call C Bb F Dm Girl down in the lobby, girl I didn't know at all C Bb Her last night in the city and her friends left her behind F C She had some thoughts and a bottle of wine Dm F Could she come up and talk a while Cm F But Lord I know what talking leads to Dm F Bb F Cm Dm F At the end of the line, I had only one thought Bb F Bb F Gm F Whenever something's free, usually then you're not Gm F Dm F F-train to Coney Island, corridor to my room Gm F Bb F Bb Yellow wine in summer, the subway's sweet perfume C Bb F C It's in the air around my clothes, it's in the bookstores you lived above Dm Bb C F Dm Sometimes a city is one too many, and a thousand ain't enough C Bb F Fm F Gm Dm At the end of the line, I'm reading to myself F Bb F Gm Of all the spring afternoons in love, could it have been anybody else C Bb F Dm