Tom: F F G F G Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long, Dm Am Em F I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong, C Dm Em F Memory is a fickle silent song G I didn't understand (C F G F) 2x F G F G Image and a light as the morning nears, Dm Am Em F you don't say a single word of your last two years C Dm Em F Well you will be, you'll reach the frontier G I didn't understand, oh F G F G See your wringing hands and a silver knife Dm Am Em F Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight C Dm Em F All the evidence of your vagrant life G My brother you were born F G F G And you will try to do what you did before Dm Am Em F Pull the wool over your eyes, for a week or more C Dm Em F Let your family take you back to your G Original mind. C C There's nothing I can do F C There's nothing I can do C C There's nothing I can say F C There's nothing I can say C I can say