Tom: A
Ab
Fm
Cm
(2x)
Ab
Fm
Cm
The newsreel is rolling, words are at an all time cheap
Ab
Fm
Cm
The more they are talking, the less it means to me
Ab
Fm
Cm
A terrifying feeling creeping in without a sound
Ab
Fm
Cm
I know it'll pin me if I stop to turn around
Fm
Em
Bbm
Fm
Em
Bbm
Casting off again, not knowing where to land
Ab
Fm
Cm
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Ab
Fm
Cm
Hoping that I'm only passing through
Db
Ab
C
Db
The ache of a decade, the cure is overdue
Bb7
For this brand new kind of blue
Ab
Fm
Cm
(2x)
Ab
Fm
Cm
Floating through the ceiling, high up over the trees
Ab
Fm
Cm
Saw a panoramic view of my whole history
Ab
Fm
Cm
The city was all buzzing on every wire and track
Ab
Fm
Cm
Through it all I heard a voice calling me to come back
Fm
Em
Bbm
Fm
Em
Bbm
All those birthday cards buried out in the yard
Fm
Em
Bbm
Fm
Em
Bbm
Casting off again, not knowing where to land
Ab
Fm
Cm
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Ab
Fm
Cm
Hoping that I'm only passing through
Db
Ab
C
Db
The ache of a decade, the cure is overdue
Bb7
For this brand new kind of blue
Ab
Fm
Cm
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Ab
Fm
Cm
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue