[Strophe]
F             G               F         G 
Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long 
      Dm             Am             Em          F 
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong 
C           Dm     Em      F 
Memory is a fickle siren's song 
  G 
I didn't understand
[Strophe]
F           G            F       G 
In the gentle 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 
Where you were or when you reached the frontier 
   G 
I didn't understand, no
[Instrumentale]
C F G F x2
[Strophe]
F                 G           F      G 
See your rugged hands and a silver knife 
       Dm              Am            Em      F 
Twenty dollars in your hand makes you hold so tight 
        C        Dm      Em      F 
All the evidence of your vacant life 
   G 
My brother, you were gone
[Strophe]
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.
[Pont]
        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