INTRO:  B  F#m  A  Dbm  F#  A   E   A E   A   E   F#m E

VERSE:
A                                   E
Her communique arrived with its expression of her feeling
A                                 E        
I swear I had no idea she'd been holding in conceiling
        F#m             Dbm
Such a storm of words unsaid
         F#m           Dbm
Though absurd as it appears
           B
Had been blowing in her head
F#m                    
For twenty-seven years
A                                E
 I knew I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey Crocket
          A
Threw a scarf around my neck
            E
And twenty dollars in my pocket
            F#m              Dbm
I found her in the same old place
 F#m            Dbm
Pamphlet in her fist
        B
When I saw her windblown face
             F#m
She said well,  look at who it is


CHORUS:  
B                 F#    F#m
  Meet me on the mad parade
          A                  Dbm    E  B
When the midnight bells are chiming
B                       F#  F#m           Dbm   B  Db Dbm
 We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown
B                         F#m
 Pile up all the blunders that we've made
      A                  Dbm
In a tower too tall for climbing
           F#       A          E   A E  A   E  B A E
And we'll burn the damn thing down


VERSE:
A                                    E
In the great November light she was older still alluring
     A                        E
Her hair grey and longer than it ever had been during
    F#m               Dbm               
The days we loved an slept
       F#m             Dbm
In her bed of painted wood
        B
In the little place she kept
F#m
In a crumbling neighbourhood
A
We walked along a while
     E
Like we were old companions
             A
But I could feel the gap between us
 E
Yawning like a canian
    F#m                 Dbm
She with her church and code
    F#m            Dbm
Her extravagant beliefs
       B
Me a creature of the road
   F#m
A child of dust and grief


CHORUS:
B               F#    F#m
 Meet me on the mad parade
          A                 Dbm     E  B
When the midnight bells are chiming
B                      F#  F#m           Dbm   B  Db Dbm  
We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown
B                         F#m
 Pile up all the blunders that we've made
      A                  Dbm
In a tower too tall for climbing
           F#       A          E    A  E  A  E   B F#m E
And we'll burn the damn thing down


VERSE:
      A                                 E
She smoked a cigarette and blew smoke rings at the ceiling
         A
Said if you're problem is long standing man
 E
Then why don't you try kneeling
          F#m               Dbm     F#m          Dbm
Now your face I see you're still a sinner in the mist
        B
Setting up your little will
F#m 
Is king in place of His
             A
I said I've heard about sin
          E
Down the long wheels of ages
    A
I cracked books of lies
        E
With a thousand twisted pages
        F#m              Dbm
Then I looked her in the eye
    F#m                  Dbm
And asked her clear and plain
         B
If your religion was a lie
      F#m
Then what would remain


VERSE:
               A
She said I've got my beating heart
              E
And I've two loving hands to heal with
             A
And there's nothing in my day that 
             E
I ain't got the strength to deal with
        F#m         Dbm
I said darling I confess
    F#m                    Dbm
The same things applies to fate
    B
And as for all the rest
F#m
We agreed to disagree


CHORUS/OUTRO:
B               F#    F#m
 Meet me on the mad parade
         A                  Dbm     E B
When the midnight bells are chiming
B                      F#   F#m          Dbm  B  Db Dbm
 We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown
B                        F#m
Pile up all the blunders that we've made
      A                  Dbm
In a tower too tall for climbing
           F#       A          E    A  E
And we'll burn the damn thing down
           F#       A          E    A  E   A   E  A A E
Yes we'll burn the damn thing down