Little Drum

C F C I was mothered like an orchid tethered to eternal sights F C I hurried home in orbit close to where I know I'm fine F Am No edge of the seat, no arms ever broken, you see Am I waited for the crash to come C Too many days with too little to do Am I waited but nothing came at all C So many days spent in empty rooms F C F C The little drum inside behaves itself until you turn 25 F C And then it strikes this all we've lived this long and only ever half alive Am I waited for the crash to come C Too many days with too little to do Am I waited but nothing came at all C So many days spent in empty rooms Am It's too late for a wasted youth C All quiet on the Eastern Front and we dare not move Am It's too late to wage a war C It's all quiet on the Eastern Front and we all are bored Am C Am C