Beginning Instrumental:      AAAADAEE   } x3    DDAEE  } x2 White roses and misty blue eyes     Red mornings then nothin’ but gray skies      A cup of coffee a heart shot clean through The jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue       You’re smiling now but you’ll find out They’ll use you up and spit you out now Your head’s spinin’ in diamonds and clouds But pretty soon it turns out        : ____________ You’ll be comin’ down now baby You’ll be comin’ down     What goes around it comes around and You’ll be comin’ down    ____________ Easy street a quick buck and true lies        Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies        A silver plate of pearls my golden child It’s all yours at least for a little while You’ll be fine as long as your pretty face holds out Then it’s gonna get pretty cold out An empty stream of stars shooting by You got your hopes on high            - Chorus - For a while you’ll go sparklin’ by         Just another pretty thing on high         Instrumental:                     } x2                     Like a thief on a Sunday morning      It all falls apart with no warning Your cinnamon sky’s gone candy-apple green                     The crushed metal of your little flying machine - Chorus - - Chorus - AAAA A EE