E-A-D-G-B-e
G6       3-x-2-0-0-3
G7       3-x-3-0-0-3
Csus4    x-3-3-0-1-x
C/G      3(3)2-0-1-0
[Intro]
| C | % |
[Strophe]
  C 
Ramona come closer 
                         G   %   G6   G7  
Shut softly your watery eyes 
    G7 
The pangs of your sadness 
     G7                         C   Csus4   C   C/G  
Will pass as your senses will rise 
    F 
The flowers of the city 
       F                            G   %   G6   G7  
Though breathlike get deathlike at times 
            G7 
And there’s no use in tryin’ 
   G7 
To deal with the dyin’ 
         G7                       C   C/G  
Though I cannot explain that in lines
[Instrumentale]
| C | % | % | % |
| G | G6 | G7 | % |
| C | % | % | % |
[Strophe]
     C 
Your cracked country lips 
  C 
I still wish to kiss 
      C                          G   %   G6   G7  
As to be by the strength of your skin 
     G7 
Your magnetic movements 
      G7                       C   %   %   C/G  
Still captures the minutes I’m in 
       F 
But it grieves my heart, love 
   F 
To see you tryin’ to be a part of 
  F                        G   %   G6   G7  
A world that just don’t exist 
     G7 
It’s all just a dream, babe 
  G7 
A vacuum, a scheme, babe 
     G7                           C   %   C/G   C   %  
That sucks you into feelin’ like this
[Strophe]
      C 
I can see that your head 
         C 
Has been twisted and fed 
     C                         G   %   G6   G7  
With worthless foam from the mouth 
      G7 
I can tell you are torn 
        G7 
Between stayin’ and returnin’ 
G6            C   Csus4   C   C/G  
Back to the South 
            F 
You’ve been fooled into thinking 
         F                    G   %   %   %  
That the finishin’ end is at hand 
               G 
Yet there’s no one to beat you 
   G 
No one to defeat you 
          G6              G7            C   C/G   C   C/G   C   C/G  
’Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad
[Strophe]
               C 
I’ve heard you say many times 
            C 
That you’re better than no one 
    C                      G   %   G6   G7  
And no one is better than you 
       G7 
If you really believe that 
    G7                      G6      G           C   C/G   C   C/G  
You know you got nothing to win and nothing to lose 
     F 
From fixtures and forces and friends 
                  G   %   %   %  
Your sorrow does stem 
     G 
That hype you and type you 
G 
Making you feel 
         G6       G7         C   %   %   %  
That you gotta be just like them
[Strophe]
       C 
I’d forever talk to you 
    C 
But soon my words 
           C                        G   %   G6   G7  
They would turn into a meaningless ring 
    G7 
For deep in my heart 
  G7                           C   %   %   C/G  
I know there's no help I can bring 
F 
Everything passes everything changes 
     F                             G   %   G6   G7  
Just do what you think you should do 
    G7 
And someday maybe who knows, baby 
     G7                    C 
I’ll come and be cryin’ to you
[Outro]
  F   G    C 
  (freely)