Jackson Browne - The birds of st marks

^COh how sad they sound the songs The queen must sing of dying A ^Fprisoner upon her throne Of meloncoly ^Gsighing If she could ^Fsee her mirror ^Gnow She would be f^Free of those who ^Gbow And scrape the ^Fground benneth her f^Geet ^CSilently she walks among her

^FWatches as each moment goes That never really ^Gknow us And if it ^Fseems She doesn't c^Gare If she has d^Freams of no one ^Gthere Within the s^Fhadows of her r^Goom But a^Cll my frozen w^Fords agree and say it's time to ^CCall back all the ^Fbirds I sent to fly behind her ^GCastle walls, and I'm w^Ceary of the n^Fights I've seen ^GInside these empty ^Challs

^CWooden lady turn and turn Among my weary secrets And w^Fay within the hours past and other empty p^Gockets Maybe we've f^Found what we have l^Gost When we've u^Fnwound so many c^Grossed Intangl^Fing misunder^Gstanding But a^Cll my frozen ^Fwords agree and say it's time to ^CCall back all the ^Fbirds I've sent to fly behind her ^GCastle walls, and I'm ^Cweary of the n^Fights I've seen ^GInside these e^Cmpty walls