Em A Em A Em A Em A Em A Em A
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Em A
Breathe, breathe in the air
Em A
Don't be afraid to care
Em A
Leave, but don't leave me
Em A
Look around, choose your own ground
Cmaj7
For long you live and high you fly
Bm
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
F
And all you touch and all you see
G F Eb Em
Is all your life will ever be
Em A
Run, rabbit, run
Em A
Dig that hole, forget the sun
Em A
And when at last the work is done
Em A
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
Cmaj7
For long you live and high you'll fly
Bm
But only if you ride the tide
F
And balanced on the biggest wave
G F Eb Em
You race towards an early grave
E F#m 4X
F#m A E F#m
F#m A
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
E F#m
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
F#m A
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
E F#m
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Dmaj7
Tired of lying in the sunshine,
Amaj7
Staying home to watch the rain
Dmaj7
And you are young, and life is long
Amaj7
And there is time to kill today
Dmaj7
And then one day you find
C#m
Ten years have got behind you
Bm
No one told you when to run
E F#m
You missed the starting gun
F#m A
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun But it's sinking
E F#m
And racing around to come up behind you again
F#m A
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
E F#m
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Dmaj7
Every year is getting shorter
Amaj7
Never seem to find the time
Dmaj7
Plans that either come to naught
Amaj7
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Dmaj7 C#m
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
Bm
The time is gone, the song is over
D F Eb Em
Thought I'd something more to say
Em A
Home, home again
Em A
I like to be here when I can
Em A
And when I come home cold and tired
Em A
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Cmaj7
And far away across the field
Bm
The tolling of the iron bell
F
Calls the fateful to their knees
G F Eb Bm
