Tono: G
Introducción:
Gb Eb
Staring out of my window watching the cars go rolling by.
B Gb
All my friends are gone. I got nothing to do.
Gb Eb
So i sit here patiently watching the clock tick so slowly.
B Gb
Gotta get away or my brains will explode.
B Gb Db
give me something to do to kill some time
B Gb Db
take me to the place that I call home
B Gb Db
take away the strains of being lonely
B Gb Db
take me to the tracks at Christie Road
see the hills from afar standing on my beat up car
Gb E B Gb E B
mother stay out of my way of that place we go
Gb E B Gb E B
we'll always seem to find our way to Christie Road
B E Gb
if there's one thing that i need.
B E Gb
that makes me feel complete
B E Gb
so i go to Christie Road
GbE B Gb
its home...