| Dm | /C | /Bb | /A |
| Verse 1: (use same chord pattern on all verses) |
| Dm | |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| C | |
| Is there | anybody home? |
| Dm | |
| I've | only called to say |
| Bb | C | |
| I'm | sorry | . |
| Dm | |
| The | drums are in the dawn, |
| F | C | |
| and | all the voices | gone. |
| Bb | C | Dm | |
| And it | seems that there are | no more | songs. |
| Verse 2: |
| Once I knew a girl |
| She was a flower in a flame |
| I loved her as the sea sinks/sings(?) sadly |
| Now the ashes of the dream |
| Can be found in the magazines. |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. |
| Verse 3: |
| Once I knew a sage |
| who sang upon the stage |
| He told about the world, |
| His lover. |
| A ghost without a name, |
| Stands ragged in the rain. |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. |
| Interlude: |
| Dm | /C | /Bb | /A |
| Verse 4: |
| The rebels they were here |
| They came beside the door |
| They told me that the moon was bleeding |
| Then all to my suprise, |
| They took away my eyes. |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. |
| Verse 5: |
| A (scar, star)?? is in the sky, |
| It's time to say goodbye. |
| A whale is on the beach, |
| He's dying. |
| A white flag in my hand, |
| And a white bone in the sand. |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. |
| Verse 6: |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| Is there anybody home? |
| I've only called to say |
| I'm sorry. |
| The drums are in the dawn, |
| and all the voices gone. |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. |
| Bb | C | Dm | |
| It | seems that there are | no more | songs. |
| Bb | C | Dm | |
| It | seems that there are | no more | songs. |