Em
A
D
Em
A
D
Em
A
D
Get you, brushing your hair with the wind,
Em
A
D
Bm
riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive.
G
A
Oh, I got a five-minute…
D
Em
A
D
…rush from you in your faded blue jeans,
Em
A
D
Bm
How many years is it you’ve been alive?
G
A
Oh, I’ll take a guess.
Em
A
D
Bm
Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so?
Em
A
D
Oh, Rebecca, wil l I ever know?
D
Em
A
D
No way, where would I fit in your life?
Em
A
D
Bm
What would you do with a man without change.
G
A
too strange and too poor…
D
Em
A
D
….to be trusted, rusted a couple of times,
Em
A
D
Bm
shaken a bit by the years on the road,
G
A
and the women I’ve known?
Em
A
D
Rebecca, you’d have liked the name I gave to you,
Em
A
D
Oh, Rebecca, if you only knew.
Em
A
Go home to your father’s friends,
Em
A
straight sons to your mother’s friends,
Em
A
sweet ones to those families,
Em
A
well-to-do and so well-established.
D
Em
A
D
And one day you might wake up to a shock, girl,
Em
A
D
Bm
what has it come to, this sensible life.
G
A
The wife of a fool?
Em
A
D
Bm
Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon.
Em
A
D
Oh, Rebecca, w here’s Rebecca gone?
Em
A
D
Em
A
D
A
Em
D
Bm
G
