Tom: A
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Ab4
The click of the front door
Ab9
Ab4
Your clothes left on the floor
Ab9
Ab4
Bike wheels, still turning
Ab9
Ab4
Where you left them on the back lawn
Ab9
Ab4
Your voices recede and
Ab9
Ab4
Your fingers slip from my hand
Ab9
Ab4
White skies and silence
Ab9
Ab4
A lifeless wind burns through the Downland
Ab9
Ab4
And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Ab9
Ab4
And you're not home, home, home, home, home
Ab9
Ab4
I sit and stare, I sit and stare
Ab9
Ab4
Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
Ab9
Ab4
I love that silver-grey first morning light
Ab9
Ab4
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Ab9
Ab4
Think I can picture some new shape of life
Ab9
But now you're not home
Ab4
You're not home
Ab9
Ab4
Not home
Ab9
Ab4
And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Ab9
Ab4
When you're not home, home, home, home, home
Ab9
Ab4
I sit and stare, I sit and stare
Ab9
Ab4
Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
Ab9
Ab4
I love that silver-grey first morning light
Ab9
Ab4
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Ab9
Ab4
Think I can picture some new shape of life
Ab9
But now you're not home
Ab4
No, you're not home
Ab9
Bbm
I love that silver-grey first morning light
Ab/C
Bbm
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Ab/C
Dbm
Bbm
Think I can picture some new shape of life
Ab9
But now you're not home
Ab4
No, you're not home
Ab9
Not home
Ab4
No, you're not home
Ab9
Not home
Ab4
No, you're not home
Ab9
Not home
Ab
No, you're not home