Tom: E
E
G#m
The wind blows the ashes of summer,
F#m
E
D
A
and pulls the tar paper face on the hooding
E
G#m
the marmalade cat, with dark mangled ears
F#m
E
slips through the fence without speaking
F#m
this is my world and home
A
E
football and marbles and coming home late if you dare
E
G#m
I look at the face in the mirror,
F#m
E
D
A
I know it so well, but I don?t know at all
E
G#m
and the child books are weary, and fade on the shelves
F#m
E
with things that were precious now dusty
F#m
this is my yesterday
A
E
and the friends that I knew, have all gone
B
now
A
and now
E
F#
now is the time
E
D
A
E
for the leavin?
E
G#m
in a corner she sits, by the fire
F#m
E
D
A
she seeks the words that somehow elude her
E
G#m
and the yesterday face, a picture with moustache
F#m
E
looks down to the ground from the mantelpiece
F#m
this is my world alone
A
E
the blue cotton dress and the man on the cross on the wall
E
G#m
then why must you go, are the words that she?s found
F#m
E
D
A
there?s a job in the paper, that?s firm
E
G#m
five minutes from home and the pay is real good
F#m
E
and the prospects get better, they say
F#m
how can I tell you now
A
E
good bye must be all I can say
B
and now
A
and now
E
F#
now is the time
E
for the leavin?
B
and now
A
and now
E
F#
now is the time
E
D
A
E
for the leavin?
E
D
A
E
(repeat to fade)