Note: the A is barred A

Capo: 2nd


             
Elope with me 

              
Miss Private a

             
nd we'll sail 

           
around the wor

ld
           
I will be your

              
 Ferdinand and

 
 you my waywar

d girl
           
How many night

              
s of talking i

    
n hotel rooms 

can you take?
           
How many night

              
s of limping r

        
ound on pagan 

holidays?
             
Oh elope with 

              
me in private 

          
and we'll set 

something abla

ze
           
A trail for th

           
e devil to era


se


             
San Francisco'

              
s calling us, 

             
the Giants and

           
 Mets will pla

y
           
Piazza, New Yo

              
rk catcher, ar

      
e you straight

 or are you ga

y
           
We hung about 

              
the stadium, w

     
e've got no pl

ace to stay
           
We hung about 

              
the tenderloin

     
 and tenderly 

you tell
             
About the sadd

              
est book you e

             
ver read. It a

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lways makes yo

u cry
           
The statue's c

             
rying too and 

        
well he may.


             
I love you I'v

              
e a drowning g

             
rip on your ad

      
oring face
           
I love you my 

            
responsibility


 has found a p

lace
           
Beside you and

              
 strong warnin

          
gs in the guis

e of gentle wo

rds
           
Come wave upon

              
 me from the f

      
amily wider ne

t absurd
             
"You'll take c

              
are of her, I 

              
know it, you w

    
ill do a bette

r job"
          
Maybe, but not

            
 what she dese


rves


             
Elope with me 

              
Miss Private a

             
nd we'll drink

            
 ourselves awa

ke
           
We'll taste th

              
e coffee house

       
s and award ce

rtificates
           
A privy seal t

              
o keep the fee

     
l of 1960's st

yle
           
We'll comment 

              
on the decor a

         
nd we'll help 

the passer by
             
And at dusk wh

              
en work is ove

           
r we'll contin

ue the debate
           
In a borrowed 

             
bedroom virgin

       
al and spare


             
The catcher hi

              
ts for. 318 an

             
d catches ever

  
y day
           
The pitcher pu

              
ts religion fi

        
rst and rests 

on holidays
           
He goes into c

              
athedrals and 

     
lies prostrate

 on the floor
           
He knows the d

              
rink affects h

              
is speed he's 


praying for a 

doorway
             
Back into the 

              
life he wants 

           
and the confes

sion of the be

nch
           
Life outside t

             
he diamond is 

  
a wrench


             
I wish that yo

              
u were here wi

             
th me to pass 

            
the dull weeke

nd
           
I know it woul

              
dn't come to l

        
ove, my heroin

e pretend
           
A lady steppin

              
g from the son

      
gs we love unt

il this day
           
You'd settle f

              
or an epitaph 

      
like "Walk Awa

y, Renee"
             
The sun upon t

              
he roof in win

              
ter will draw 


you out like a

 flower
           
I'll meet you 

             
at the statue 

      
in an hour
           
Meet you at th

             
e statue in an

 
 hour