Standard (EADGBE)

Like a motorcade lost in tickertape

I have felt my way to you again

On any other day there’d be a marching band

But I stole away before they cut me down

What say we go, meet by the well?

Don’t tell a soul, this is our time

And we can lay low tonight; no I don’t have the will to fight

My president or his designs; you & me coulda been fine

you & me were gonna be fine…

Cos you knew me when I was wide awake

Now I sleep all day, oh my mistake!

Oh any other day, there’d be a marching band

But I stole away before thy cut me down,

What say we go, meet by the well?

Don’t tell a soul, this is our time…

And we can lay low tonight; no I don’t have the will to fight

My president or his designs; you & me coulda been fine

you & me were gonna be fine…

In time, inside, here comes the falling rain,

In time, inside, here comes the pouring rain,

In time, inside, here comes the falling rain,

In time, inside, here comes the poison rain.

Ooh, oh, yeah, ooh, oh yeah.

Ooh, oh, yeah, ooh, oh yeah yeah yeah.

And we can lay low tonight; no I don’t have the will to fight

My president or his designs; you & me coulda been fine

Oh we can lay low tonight; and we can set the flag alight,

We’re clawing back the time, when youth was on our side,

You & me coulda been fine, you & me were gonna be fine.