Radio

: A7 A7 The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill. D They’ve picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill. A7 The shameless and the appalling/have sunk things to a new low, D What has become of the world that we used to know? G A D G A D Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul, G A Bm A7 Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world.. D …was the radio A7 Time was when people could move you/with just a voice and a song. D I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong A7 The daydream had to make way for/the nightmare that was to be, D Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea. G A D G A D Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul, G A Bm A7 Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world … D …was the radio Middle 8: F#m Bm7 And even though the writing’s on the wall (wall) F#m Bm7 It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall (recall) E D C# B That golden age of the ordinary day... A7 A7 D G A D G A D Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul, G A Bm A7 Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world … D …was the radio, whoa-oh-oh-oh. A7 The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill D They picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.