Bm7 D A G7 Red sun, goin' down, way over dirty town. Bm7 D A E7 Starlings, they're sweepin' around them crazy shoals. Bm7 D A G7 Yes, and a girl is there, high heelin' out across the square. Bm7 D A E7 Wind it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles. Em9 Waitin' in the crowd to cross at the light, she looks around G F#7 Bm7 F#m7 Bm7 F#m7 C9 to find a face she can like. Uh huh. Church bell clinging on distant, trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chimes it plays They're all in the station praying for trains Congregation's late again It's getting darker all the time, these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright He's a crazy lion, he's a-howling for a fight Strap hanging, gunshots sound Doors slamming on the Overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn But there's hope for later, Capricorn Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home Then she'll read about a swing to the right But she's been thinking about a stranger in the night Chorus: G A I'm thinkin' 'bout the lions. G A Thinkin' 'bout the lions. G Asus4 Bm7 F#m7 What happened to the lions tonight? Bm7 F#m7 Bm7 F#m7 Bm7 A Tonight, tonight, uh huh A Thinking about the lions | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Asus4 C9 D Em E7 Em9 F#m F#7 F#m7 G G7 Bm Bm7 |