Day To Day For 6 Days A Week - Ver 2

G G Took the bus, took the train G Went to work, ignored the pain Em What a rainy day, unfriendly faces G Got dragged around all types of places. G Closed my eyes, smelt your hair G Looked around, but you weren't there Em Had some lunch, jacket potatos G Chicken wings and fried tomatoes. G G After that, lit a fag, said a prayer and took a drag; Em These days I toast never do combust so much, Em I burn for the both of us though. G Second day, second job - G passing thought for the world to stop - Em Shoes are too tight feet are aching - G Called in sick but I was faking… G When I do go I am late, always make the same mistake; Em That mistake being not caring - 6 days a week - G Can’t find my bearings… G But to be fair, I might have cared - Em G Might have cared if you were there Em G Might have cared if you were there Em G Might have cared if you were there G (Improvise off the G chord) G Stressed as hell, fatigued as f**k, G Putrid passion, rotten luck; Em Worked to death, chomping at the bit - G Crazed as Christ and broke as shit. G Watched the news, someone died - G Saw the mother, teary eyed - Em Son shot dead on Walworth Road - G I thank god no one I know… G Went to work for the NHS - G Mental health, people depressed. Em Met Joanne - Scared of living, G Afraid of dying, terrified of being. G Then met Paul, a schizophrenic, G Shaking limbs, paranoid fanatic - Em Unwashed 10 days in a row - G So afraid almost paralytic. G I tell them that I do the same - G In certain moods, on certain days… Em But despite the sane ways I can think G I could not do much to convince them… G Back to base, had a meeting - G 2 kids die a week because their parent beat them. Em I wish I could say I was surprised G The news just choose which ones to highlight… Em G …Choose which ones to highlight… G (Improvise off the G chord) G Took the DLR, took the tube, G Read a book, nothing else to do… Em Read Gill Hicks, she survived the bombings - G Wrote a book… made a killing… G I read somewhere that some lost their legs, G Umpteen injured, 52 dead. Em G In some places far away, that shit happens every day. G Now scared of buses, scared of trains, G But got to get to work someway… Em G So I play with my life, you could say. C G …But don’t we all? Don’t we all?… C G …Don’t we all? Don’t we all? G G G G I got a gig, got myself booked, G Just down the road where Nick got jooked. Em I get to sing my joys and sorrows - G Not made it yet… maybe tomorrow… G Closed my eyes, saw your face, G Looked around, you were no place… C G … I feel so left out when you’re not around… C G … I feel so left out when you’re not around… G But you are Time, and I am Life, G And time’s a tyrant unto strife - Em And strife’s the type of life I seem to lead, G And time won’t heal this wound easily. G Take your light, your shadowed passions, G I hear your talk, I see your actions; Em What I don’t see are your eyes, G Those flaming symbols of the night. G Was that your skin that I saw G On the road my ruin wore? Em Were you wearing that paisley I adore? G Were you hatred? Were you lust? G You understand this, ‘cause you must - Em That men have the consistencies G Of love and war through history… G I must see you, I must know, G Did you falter, did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? Em G Did you go? G (Improvise and Harmonica for the outro)