Slowly Slowly – New York, Paris chords

[Verse]
E    F#     ADry cicada shells
Cm          B                 Amove in the wind like you have bones
E    F#     Awalk on the road
Cm           B               Ewait for the cars, don't get hit
E           F#       Ayou sit and heal my hand
Cm              B            AI know you have had trouble sleeping
E           F#        AIsn't that always the way
Cm       B             EAll my friends are the same

A                                BThey sing what would I do for an ear or two
    EI'm alone in suburbia
Cmalone just like you
          Awhile the backdoors swinging
   Bno one wants to talk
            Eso when the going gets tough
  CmI dream of New York
  A             BI saw it on the tv

looks right to me

E     F#    AI'm not alone
E     F#    AI know I'm not alone
E     F#    AI'm not alone

E    F#     ADry cicada shell
Cm          B          AWhy did you stay home again
E                F#          AYou know they're waiting for you
Cm          B                     Ebut I guess you were just waiting to

A                     Bwhat would I do for a drink or two
E                              Cmsomething to drown out all the words I should use
A                                     Bwhile my right hand swinging into the back of your head
E                                   CmI knew at that moment I should have stayed home in bed
Abut when the going gets tough
  BI don't get embarrassed
E                             CmI just close my dead eyes and I'll dream of Paris
   A            BI saw it on the tv looks alright to me

E     F#    AI'm not alone
E     F#    AI know I'm not alone
E     F#    AI'm not alone

[Instrumental]
E     F#     A x2

G#

[Verse]
A                         BThe oldest of two but the youngest at heart
        Cm                    EYou can trace my align in the black tires marks
   A                         BOr out on the gutter with my head caved in
    Cm                             EOr behind the tattered shop if you wanna hide your skin
A                         BI'm not ashamed, no I'm not embarrassed
     Cm                          AWell some of us won't make it to New York or Paris
  A       BI made my own here at home.

E     F#     A x2

EA tired old boy

stuck out in space
Cm                       Awatching the earth turn, like a disappointed race
          Ethere's a boy in my bed, he keeps pointing at hell
      Cmand I know that he means it
     Aand you know as well

me and you.

E     Cm     AIf I can't fix the world I'll fix you.
E     Cm     AIf I can't fix the world I'll fix you.