The Next Stop is Szeged
Copyright 2002 Dr. David Robbins
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, the con – [Am] – ductor shouts and [G] cries
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, he’s [Am] caught us by sur – [G] – prise.
We [G] planned no stop, we’re [Dm] Athens-bound
We [Am] check our tickets, with [G] shock, astound
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, we’ll be [Am] here to meet sun – [G] – rise.It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, we re-[Am]-fuse to leave the [G] train
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, we’re [Am] woken up a-[G]-gain
[G] Out on the platform, [Dm] dressed in black
A [Am] man calls and beckons, then [G] turns his back.
[G] We refuse to [Cm] answer his [Am] summon with dis-[G]-tain.It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, for a [Am] third time we’re [G] called.
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, [Am] sanity beginning to [G] fall.
I [G] step on the platform, join the [Dm] spectral man
[Am] Some of the others stay a-[G]-board the train
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, again and a-[Am]-gain till we heed the [G] call.It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, or the med-[Am]-ieval city of [G] Bruges
A [G] glance later on at the [Cm] city maps [Am] leaves the issue con-[G]-fused.
The [G] man dressed in black strode a-[Dm]-way thru the fog
The [Am] tolling church bells [G] led us on.
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, as we con-[Am]-tinued to follow our [G] muse.Bridge
It’s [Dm*] creepy being an in-[Em*]-vestigator on the [Dm*] path of Nyarlatho-[Em*]-tep
We [Dm*] think they must be [Em*] on to us, [Dm*] dogging our every [Am7sus4] step.
And it’s –
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, it’s [Am] time to burn the [G] books
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, the ashes con-[Am]-firm it’s done no [G] good.
We [G] may as well travel [Dm] through the night
To the [Am] citadel where the [G] truth may lie.
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, the doors are [Am] locked, the windows [G] barred.It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, the bells [Am] lead us to a [G] square.
A ca-[G]-thedral’s doors swung [Cm] in for us, an organ [Am] played to beckon us [G] there.
A pro-[G]-cession of hooded [Dm] monks emerged
They [Am] set down their coffin, it was [G] Sister Sarah!
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, cathedral [Am] vast and dusty and [G] bare.It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, we pass a [Am] tree, fruit rotten to the [G] core
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, the distant [Am] bells now tolling [G] four.
In the [G] distance a Vic-[Dm]-trola plays
Die [Am] Tote Stadt as we [G] walk away
Now [G] 4 am in [Cm] Szeged, eerie [Am] tombstones, scrolls and [G] more.BRIDGE
Tolling [G] 5 am in Szeged, Dr. [Am] Huston is not [G] dead
The [G] figure from the [Cm] fog is he, leading [Am] us to this place of [G] dread.
He [G] answers questions we [Dm] pose to him
Of [Am] Nyarlathotep, the [G] Bloody Tongue.
It’s [G] 5 am in [Cm] Szeged, how do we [Am] get back to our [G] beds?By [G] 6 am in [Cm] Szeged, we must re-[Am]-turn or else we’re [G] doomed
[G] Each of us a-[Cm]-lone we stand, to seek re-[Am]-turn thru the [G] gloom
The [G] bell begins to [Dm] toll the hour
The [Am] others lost, I [G] find the door.
It’s [G] 6 am in [Cm] Szeged, I [Am] meet myself in my [G] room.It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, the conductor [Am] rouses me from my [G] cot.
My [G] ticket says Athens, not [Cm] Szeged, I see no [Am] man waiting in the [G] fog.
The con-[G]-ductor apologizes, [Dm] leaves me be.
My com-[Am]-panions can’t be roused from their [G] dreaming sleep.
It’s [G] 3 am in [Cm] Szeged, was it [Am] real or was it [G] not?
*Dm at 5th fret *Em at 7th fret
Copyright 2002 Dr. David Robbins