C I caught the bus in Chinatown Em F And slept the whole way up I-95 Am D The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I G C guess I believe his rhythm on that morning after New Year's Eve C And I remember Shanghai Em F How I wasn't sure just what was safe to eat Am D The chickens pecked and wandered at the barefeet of the children hawking G figurines of workers smiling C What's the Chinese word for cheese? C Watched a sidewalk butcher Em F Am His instinctive understanding made the carcass snap and clarify beneath his D G nimble hand that held the knife so long, so many times, the handles' changed C to shapes just like his fingers and his palms C Em And I, I am a broken glass F Shards upon the floor Am Won't hold nothing anymore C Em And I, I am a broken glass F Shards upon the floor Am Won't hold nothing anymore C Anymore C It's 2AM in Tokyo Em F Am And still too soon to call back to the people who will soon begin the day I D G polished off and I will walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise C but I don't know just what they sell C I tell the taxi driver Em To the park, a higher tone F Am And his gloves his pristine white just like the girls I used to know would D wear to dance their first cotillion G C Every single one of them named Jennifer C I clutched at the Saint Christopher Em F Am I picked up at some country abbey long ago when I believed he'd keep me safe D G and make me happy but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency C a penny in Japan C Em And I, I am a broken glass F Shards upon the floor Am Won't hold nothing anymore C Em And I, I am a broken glass F Shards upon the floor Am Won't hold nothing anymore C Em And I, I am a broken glass F Shards upon the floor Am Won't hold nothing anymore C Anymore