Words by Leonard Cohen, music by Leonard Cohen
Bm
I can't make the hills, the system is shot
Em Bm
I'm living on pills for which I thank G-d
(Bm)
My animal howls, my angel's upset
Em A
But I'm not allowed a trace of regret
F# Bm
For someone will use the thing I could not be
F# Bm
My heart will be hurt impersonally
Em Bm
She'll step on the path, she'll see what I mean
Em Bm
My will cut in half and freedom between
F# G
For less than a second our lives will collide
Bm A
The endless suspended the door open wide
G D
And she will be born to someone like you
A D
What I left undone she will certainly do
G Gm
I know she is coming and I know she will look
D/f# A
And that is the longing and this is the hook
I can't make the hills, the system is shot
I'm living on pills for which I thank G-d
My page was too white, my ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write what the night penciled in
But I know she is coming and I know she will look
That is the longing, this is the hook
I know she is coming and I know she will look
That is the longing and this is the hook
I can't make the hills, the system is shot
I'm living on pills for which I thank G-d
I sailed like a swan, I sank like a rock
But time is long gone past my laughingstock
And I can make the hills, the system is shot
I'm living on pills for which I thank G-d