The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar (alternate version) Lyrics & Tabs by Rod Stewart
The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar (alternate version)
guitar chords lyrics
Prayed in the ghetto
With my face in the cement
Heard the last moan of a boxer
Seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch
Turned around for her face
And treated like a farm animal
I know a wild goose chase
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom's still waiting at the altar
Try to be pure at heart
They arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aloofness
Try to be pure at heart
They arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aloofness
Your shyness for snobbery
Got the message this morning
The one that was sent to me
About the madness of becoming
What one was never meant to be
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom's still waiting at the altar
Don't know what I can say about Claudette
Wouldn't come back to haunt me
Finally had to give her up
About the time she began to want me
But I know God has mercy
On them who are slandered and humiliated
I'd have done anything for that woman
If she'd only make me feel obligated
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom's still waiting at the altar
Put your hand on my head, baby
Do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better
Standing' round like furniture
There's a wall between you
What you want and you've got to leap it
Tonight you've got the power to take it
Tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom's still waiting at the altar
City's on fire
Phone's out of order
They're killing nuns and soldiers
There's fighting on the border
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain't seen her since January
She could be respectably married
Or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom's still waiting at the altar
