Gm
i stepped out of the st . james hotel
and i left you behind curled up like a child
Dm
a change is gonna come
Gm
and as the door whispered shut
i walked on down the high – windowed hall

Gm
you lay sleeping on the unmade bed
Dm
the weatherman on the television in the st . james hotel said
that the rains are gonna come
Gm
and i stepped out on the streets
all sparkling clean with the early morning dew

D# F
maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
D Gm
you came on like a punch in the heart
D# F
lying there with the light on your hair
D
like a jesus of the moon
Gm
a jesus of the planets and the stars

Gm
well , i kept thinking about what the weatherman said
and if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
Dm
well , the day is gonna come when we find out
Gm
and in some kind of way i take a little comfort from that
now and then

Gm
’cause people often talk about being scared of change
Dm
but for me i’m more afraid of things staying the same
’cause the game is never won
Gm
by standing in any one place
for too long

D# F
maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
D Gm
but there was a chord in you that i could not find to strike
D# F
you lying there with all the light in your hair
D
like a jesus of the moon
Gm
a jesus of the planets and the stars

i see the many girls walking down the empty streets
maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
you can’t blame anyone for saying hello
i say hey
i say hello … i say hello …

will it be me or will it be you?
one must stay and one must depart
you lying there in the st . james hotel bed
like a jesus of the moon
a jesus of the planets and the stars

i say hello . . . hello . . . hello . . .