Drowse - Ver 2

| D | % | A | % | 3x D C#m7 Bm7 G A7 It's the sad eyed goodbye yesterday's moments I'll remember D C#m7 Bm7 G A7 It's the bleak street weak kneed partings I recall D C# It's the mistier mist, the hazier days Bm7 A The brighter sun, and the easier lays G D There's all the more reason for laughing and crying Dmaj7/A A When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all. | D | % | A | % | 2x D C#m7 Bm7 G A7 It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays that bored you to rages of tears D C#m7 Bm7 G A7 The unending pleadings to waste all your good times on thoughts of your middle aged years D C# It's the vertical hold of the things that you're told Bm7 A For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero G D And there's all the more reason for living or dying Dmaj7/A A When you're young and your troubles are all very small | D | % | A | % | 2x E G# Out here on the streets we'd gather and meet A C D And scuff up the sidewalks with endlessly restless feet E G# A Half of the time we'd broaden our minds more in the pool halls C D Than we did in the school halls. E G# With the downtown chewing gum bums A F# D A Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun. | D | % | A | % | 2x D C#m7 Bm7 G A7 I never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more D C#m7 Bm7 G A7 It ain't easy for a smalltown boy, it ain't easy at all D C# Bm7 A Thinking it right, doing it wrong, it's easier from an armchair G D Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness Dmaj7/A A Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess. D A (repeat and fade)