Tom: E
E
Hello, my chum
C#m
It's me and I'm banging on your door
B
It's been far too long
A
Since we set the leaves alight down on the floor
E
I've returned for a while
C#m
To the concrete that once claimed my knees
B
And the stones my hands owned
A
As I sent them toward windows and trees
F#m
Towering trees
B
B7
E
Towering trees
Verse 2
E
There are bangers in the wheely bins
C#m
Lazer pens shone through the glass
B
And BB after BB fired
A
From behind the wall beyond the grass
E
And though boots met my face
C#m
And knuckles cracked me black as coal
B
I care not for the mindless
A
Who poked fear at my sorry soul
F#m
My soul
B
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My soul
E
And I miss the rain on the roof
C#m
Pitstop paths and whistling streams
B
I miss the Coldstream chips
A
The red subbuteo team painted green
E
Built on back fields,
C#m
It seemed a thorn in my child side
B
Instead became a grit-soaked playground
A
Where the propers and the poor collide
E
Oh, it might sound dull
C#m
But dull's sometimes all we have
B
Yeah, it might sound dull
A
But dull's all we ever have
E
Sometimes I talk with the meter
C#m
Of a bingo caller's east-end drawl
B
Who cares; we're all just trying to float
B
A
While everything seems set to fall
F#m
So hard
B
B7
So hard