Tom:
Introdução:
F
If I went home tomorrow
C
I would be obliged to borrow
Bb
A thousand little things I do not need
F
My folks, they know me well
C
But surely they'd begin to tell
Bb
I love them but their words I do not heed
Gm Bb F C
I read the books then I burned their pages
Dm F C
Found the birds screaming in their cages
Bb Dm F
Where are the young voices of all ages?
Dm C Dm
I would die to hear them sing
F
You don't have to go the lonely way
Gm
That directs your heart with sorrow
Dm Bb F
And leads your mind in disarray
F
Don't pretend that you don't know
Dm C Bb
25 years and nothing to show
F
People from my town
C
They stop to look me up and down
Bb
And say how marvelous it must be
F
They lament the lack of money
C
And cackle about some sweet, young honey
Bb
The one they're sure is chasing after me
Gm Bb F C
Then I see the change come into their faces
Dm F C
They say, "I wish I knew such splendid places"
Bb Dm F
But life's become a string of whiffs and traces
Dm C Dm
And in my head I hear them sing
F
You don't have to go the lonely way
Gm
That directs your heart with sorrow
Dm Bb F
And leads your mind in disarray
F
Don't pretend that you don't know
Dm C Bb
25 years and nothing to show
Dm C Bb F C
Don't believe it's crumbling /
Bb
You don't have to go the lonely way
F C Dm C
But you go there anyway
Bb C
You don't have to go the lonely way, whoa