(Hammond/Hazelwood)



D Em A D



Met you, brushing your hair with the wind



Em A D Bm



Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive



G A D



Oh, I got a five minute rush from



Em A D



You in your faded blue jeans



Em A D Bm



How many years is it you've been alive?



G A



Oh I'll take a guess



G A D Bm



Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so



G A D



Ooo, Rebecca, will I ever know?







No way, how will I fit in your life?



How could you live with a man without change?



Too strange and too poor to be trusted



Busted a couple of times



Shaken a bit by the years on the road



And the women I've known







Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you



Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew...



G A G



Go home, to your father's friend's straight sons



A G



To your mother's friend's sweet ones



A



To the families, so well-to-do and so well-established and







One day, you might wake up to a shock girl



What has it come to?... this sensible life



The wife of a fool...







Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon



Ooo, Rebecca... where's Rebecca gone?