Where will you find me when I've reached my worst
And all of my troubles are well deserved
The cigarettes remind me of you
Out in the spring air; still feel inside
Alone in the street where we started our life
The city's buzz reminds me of you
Won't you [A7come down from you [A7mountain top?
Won't you [A7come down and [Bm]feel my [A]heart?
And all [Em]the tales I've told; they ɾemind me of you
Bags filled in the stairway; you're leaving our home
Out through the from door; the end of our ɾoom
And the sunlight ɾeminds me of you
Won't you [A7come down from that mountain top?
Won't you [A7come down and [Bm]feel my [A]heart?
And all [Em]the tales I've told; they ɾemind me of you
Won't you [A7come down from you [A7mountain top?
Won't you [A7come down and [Bm]feel my [A]heart?
And all [Em]the tales I've told; they ɾemind me of you