Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees
my hands are black the sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
She's listening to the dream I weaved today
Crosswords through the bathroom door
while someone sings the theme-tune to the news
and my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
and that's what triggered this.
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days.
A high-back chair. He sits and stares
A thousand yards and whistle's marching-band
Kneeling by and speaking up
He reaches out and I take a massive hand.
Disjointed tales that flit between
short trousers and a full dress uniform
And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life
Like scattered black 'n' whites....
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days.
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days.
C-Fmaj7 TO END
Ok, enjoy, and get picking...
Lol, this is an endurance song- your hand is very tired after this...
my hands are black the sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
She's listening to the dream I weaved today
Crosswords through the bathroom door
while someone sings the theme-tune to the news
and my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
and that's what triggered this.
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days.
A high-back chair. He sits and stares
A thousand yards and whistle's marching-band
Kneeling by and speaking up
He reaches out and I take a massive hand.
Disjointed tales that flit between
short trousers and a full dress uniform
And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life
Like scattered black 'n' whites....
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days.
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days.
C-Fmaj7 TO END
Ok, enjoy, and get picking...
Lol, this is an endurance song- your hand is very tired after this...