There's a black cat down on the quayside.

Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark.

Two young cops handing out a beating:

know how to hurt and leave no mark.

Down in the half-lit bar of the hotel

there's a call for the last round of the day.

Push back the stool, take that elevator ride.

(Dm7) Am Fmaj7 Dm

Fall in bed and kick my shoes away. Kick my shoes away kick my shoes away

Am

Rocks on the road.

Can't sleep through the wild sound of the city.

Hear a car full of young boys heading for a fight.

Long distance telephone keeps ringing out engaged:

Dm7 Am

wonder who you're talking with tonight.

Fmaj7 Dm

Who you talking with tonight? Who you talking with tonight?

Am

Rocks on the road.

Tired plumbing wakes me in the morning.

Shower runs hot, runs cold playing with me.

Well, I'm up for the down side, life's a bitch

Am

and all that stuff:

so come and shake some apples from my tree.

Have to pay for my minibar madness.

Itemised phone bill overload.

Well now, how about some heavy rolling?

Am Fmaj Dm Am

Move these rocks on the road.

Dm

Crumbs on the breakfast table.

And a million other little things to spoil my day.

Gm

Now how about a little light music

Dm

to chase it all away?

Am

To chase it all away.