Capo 3rd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Some ramshackle huts
A paper in French from long ago
A finger that juts out into the foam
No boats come this way
A few expeditions that pass now and then
They`ll be back someday but I don`t know when
It`s the loneliest place on the map
Night time is utterly black
I came here by some grave mishap
And I can`t find my way, my way back
It`s all as remote
As the wintry smile that you gave
As you buttoned your coat
And love was erased
So this is goodbye
I see you silently rowing away
The desolate sky threatening rain
It`s the loneliest place on the map
Night time is utterly black
I came here by some grave mishap
And I can`t find my way, my way back