I´m on my way to where you are
I know you´re still living on Santa Monica Boulevard
I pass all the familiar spots
Places I see now that I´d rather not
I know I left some things behind
I told you when I walked out to throw away whatever you [A7find
Your black drapes keep away the sun
I wish you [A7could see all [Em]the gardener´s done
In your bed I see a child's hand
Reach from under the covers to [C7]touch the nightstand
I need something to [C7]hold onto, man
Your hallway filled up with too much at one time
Are you [A7still taking home whatever you [A7find?
Let come what may make way soon
We went picking elderflowers in June
You´d spot the branch from the ground
I'd climb the ladder, and [Bm]I´d cut ém down
I tɾy to [C7]take only what´s mine
But sometimes you [A7need to [C7]grab whatever you [A7find
