Tom: C
Introdução: C F Dm7 C F Dm G
C F
Each Sunday morning's the same as the one before
Dm C
That's something that means more and more
G F C
To me, as the years turn into rituals
G F C F Dm G
To me - I like the peace, the peace that at home can bring
C F
The grey skies of London could tell a tale or two
Dm C
And maybe some are true
G F C
While some are fables from forgotten times
G F C Am
While some - are dreams snatched from thin air
G Am
What are these stories?
G Am
But travellers tales
G F
While the household lies sleeping
Am
I'll set my sails
G Am
Tales of adventure
D F
Fortune and fame
C G
Heartache and romance
Of pride and of shame
C F
Time waits for no man, no man can turn back time
Dm C
I'm guilty of the crime of trying
G F C
To hold onto days so long gone now
G F C
To hold - onto love that has now flown
C F Dm C F Dm C F Dm C F Dm
C F
Each Sunday morning's the same as the one before