White Room
Jack Bruce, Pete Brown / Cream: Wheels of Fire (1968)
| Dm | C | Am | G | Dm | C | Am | G | Em | |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah A | h | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| Am | C | D | F | - | G | Am | C | D | ||
| In the | white room | with black | curtains | near the | stations. |
| F | - | G | Am | C | D | F | - | G | Am | C | D | ||
| Blackroof | country, | no gold | pavements | , | tired | starlings, |
| F | - | G | Am | C | D | F | - | G | Am | C | D | ||
| Silver | horses | run down | moonbeams | in your | dark eyes. |
| F | - | G | Am | C | D | F | - | G | Am | C | D | ||
| Dawnlight | smiles | on your | leaving | , | my con | tentment. |
| F | G | D | F | E | |
| I'll | wait in this | place where the | sun never | shines. |
| G | D | F | G | A | A | |
| Wait in this | place where the | shadows | run from them | selves. |
| You said no strings could secure you at the stations. |
| Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. |
| I walked into such a sad time at the station. |
| As I walked out felt my own need just beginning. |
| I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back. |
| I'll wait for you where the shadows run from themselves. |
| Dm | C | Am | G | Dm | C | Am | G | Em | |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah A | h | Ah | Ah | Ah |
| At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. |
| Consolation from the old wound now forgotten. |
| Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. |
| She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. |
| I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd, |
| Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. |
| Dm | C | Am | G | Dm | C | Am | G | Em | Am | |
| Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah - | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah | Ah |
Solo:
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repeat & fade out