No More Chances

{tenor saxophone intro, slow blues 12/8

shuffle feel, dry drums,

smoky

guitar swells} I'm turning off the dial

Leaving things behind

We ran a thousand miles

To reach the end of the line {male vocal starts,

gritty intimate delivery, quiet guitar stabs} No more chances now

Nothing left to say

The final curtain falls

And I must walk away

(ohhh) {vocal swells, emotional

sax counter-melody, guitar overdrive} Your letters are on the table

The ink is running cold

We did what we were able

To keep our fragile hold

{subdued drum beat, soft sax breath,

warm bass groove} {expressive Gibson 335 style electric guitar solo,

slow

emotional bends, warm tube grit} No more chances now

Nothing left to say

The final curtain falls

And I must walk away

(mmm) {sax and vocal unison feel,

soaring sax, slow heavy blues fade}