[Chorus]
E
I'd like to call you on the way
F#m
home
A
Another precious call to waste
B
on my mouth
E
My chances tugging me by the
F#m
shoulder
A
But there's no one home to let
you in or let me out
[Verse 1]
E
I saw a face so close to mine
F#m A
in Chelsea market
There's something about her and
B
there's something about it
E
There's a million ways to pass
F#m A
the day on a concrete island
We try get past it, just stuck
B
in the traffic
[Pre-Chorus]
E
Swing your conscience, pull the
A
lever
E A
Maybe talking's not the feature
(There's still a light in the house)
[Chorus]
E
I'd like to call you on the way
F#m
home
A
Another precious call to waste
B
on my mouth
E
My chances tugging me by the
F#m
shoulder
A
But there's no one home to let
you in or let me out
B
(There's still a light in the
E A
house)
B
(There's still a light in the house)
[Verse 2]
E
It's such a waste to watch you
F#m
slide out in the hallway
A
And breakdown in the house
B
On the street and apartment
E
We share a ride 'cause you're
F#m
alone and in the same clothes
A
With the blur of the tunnel and
B
the blur of the mirror
[Pre-Chorus]
A E
Swing your conscience, pull the lever
A
Maybe talking's not the feature
(There's still a light in the house)
[Chorus]
E
I'd like to call you on the way
F#m
home
A
Another precious call to waste
B
on my mouth
E
My chances tugging me by the
F#m
shoulder
A
But there's no one home to let
you in or let me out
B
(There's still a light in the
E A
house)
B
(There's still a light in the
E A
house)
B
(There's still a light in the
A
house)
[Bridge]
E
When she cries, she brings a
storm in
A
I kind of like the way it pours
E
Three o'clock and callin' in her
A
She's telling me come on move on
E
In the Brooklyn light, we're
F#m
just passersby's
A
Her hands on my shoulder, it
B
all feels right
E
Cause you found me there
F#m
With your new cut hair
A
Is it New York? Or Heaven?
B
I can't think twice now
[Chorus]
E
I'd like to call you on the way
F#m
home
A
Another precious call to waste
B
on my mouth
(Maybe talking's not the feature)
E
My chances tugging me by the
F#m
shoulder
A
But there's no one home to let
you in or let me out
B
