Intro:   - - - - - - -             - - - I’ve gone to meet Isadora’s dancers Wrote that girl on her own blue jeans I’ve given up trying to find the answers And these times they’re sure turning mean So here’s to you and to my mother And to that boy at work who lent me his radio Because for me there’s never been no others At making friends I’m awfully slow awfully slow Aah aah                I can dream of a nicer ending And I dreamed of a lonely show With just me and my ballerina And she turns slowly up on her toes And I clap and the hall it echoes And my dancer’s eyes are wide as a doe But the time wasn’t right for the moment This I know this I know - I let her go Aah aah                ’Lick’ E -14-----14----15----15----| B ----15----15----15----15--| G ------14----14----14----14| ------------| ------------| ------------| And it’s raining and it’s Sunday San Francisco And I think I’ll go take in the porno show Cause it’s dark and it’s cold and it’s lonely And it’s as far from love as you can go So here’s to you Isadora’s dancers And to that girl who just had to go And as for me well I don’t know the answers Is life too fast or is it just too slow Oh so slow        Aah aah                  End with D