Thea Gilmore The List _____________ Capo 2nd Fret ------------ E- He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt A- B- Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt E- Well he used to be a believer, ‘til the city got its grip A- B- Now if there’s any holiness left, Well he can’t remember it E- She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in ‘92 A- B- Into some veiled little suburb that they bulldozed through E- Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should A- B- Well its downtown now but it used to be the woods It used to be the woods D E- And, oh its a lonely little town D E- And oh, its a lonely little tune Dsus6 B- E- And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon E- First he heard her voice and then he saw her face A- B- She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace E- And they got on like children, they got a hotel room A- B- They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon E- And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands A- B- And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans E- And the brown and the Bible, they were never quite enough A- B- But the life that grew inside her well that felt a bit like love felt a bit like love D E- And, oh its a lonely little town D E- And oh, its a lonely little tune Dsus6 B- E- And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon Dsus6 B- E- And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon E- The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild A- B- The winter took his heart away, the spring it took her child E- And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and overgrown A- B- But its always autumn sings “its not too late To find your way back home” To find your way back home” E- And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind A- B- The striking of a match, the smell of Paraffin E- And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just want to hide A- B- But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside They burn from the inside A- B- Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside