Rain-Wheels

| F / G9 / | A / Bm7 / | C6 / D / |E7sus4 / / / |
| F / / / |G9 / / / | A / / / | A / / / |
| A / / / | A / / / |

      A
The storm has dumped a mirror in the street
   E (A)      (Bm7) (F#m7)    E      (A) (Bm7) (F#m7)     A
A Jaguar goes by    like the fastest  M T B  in all the fleet
     F                             A
The girl at the wheel is food for heroes
     F                         B7                            D       E7sus4
Her hubs full of haloes are strobing like a finger dialling zeroes

     F               G9                  A
     She has to get home to the Vale of Health
                    Bm7               C6   D   E7sus4   F   G9
     She has to get out of Notting Hill

           A
Would she care for us cripples if she could?
            E                                                            A
Does her throbbing four-point-two shyly beat for me and you beneath the hood?
     F                              A
The Jag is shedding tears along the airflow
          F                      B7                               D        E7sus4
And its plum-coloured lustre is sobbing like the deep end of the rainbow

     F               G7                  A
     She has to get home to the Vale of Health
                    Bm7               C6
     She has to get out of Notting Hill
                      D                   E7sus4   F   G9
     And back to her nest in amongst the wealth

        A
Why pretend our fortunes touch her heart?
E                                                              A
The supermarket windows have shivered in the street and come apart
     F                            A
The girl in the E-type cares for no-one
     F                                     B7                          D     E7sus4
Her Firestones go trailing spray through trembling reflections of the neon

     F               G7                  A
     She has to get home to the Vale of Health
                    Bm7               C6
     She has to get out of Notting Hill
                      D                   E7sus4
     And back to her nest in amongst the wealth
                           F                         G9
     Where the rain falls warm and the winds don't chill

     A              Bm7
Her Firestones go trailing spray
       C6                  D
They spin, they grip, they whip away
          E7sus4      F               G9             A
Through trembling reflections of the lights of intersections
          Bm7                 C6           D      E7sus4   F   G9   A
And the brightly flourished crayon of the neon ...

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