City and Colour - Boiled frogs

^Em9Old man sits at his desk One year from retirement, ^G6And he's up for review Not quite sure what to do ^D5Each passing year The workload grows

^Em9I'm always wishing, ^D5I'm always w^G6/9ishing too late ^{G13 Em Em9}For things to come my way ^D5It always ends up the ^G6/9same ^{G13 Em A5 Em9}I must be missing, I ^D5must be missing the p^G13oint ^{Em Em9}Your signal fades away ^D5and all I'm l^G6/9eft with is noi^G13se ^{Em A5}

^G6So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone ^Em9again tonight There's so much to d^G6ream about, there must be more to my ^Em9life

^Em9Poor little tin man still swinging his axe, ^G6Even though his jo^D5ints are clogged with rust ^Em9My youth is slipping, m^D5y youth is slipping away ^Em9Safe in monotony, (so^D5 safe), ^G6/9day after day ^Em9My youth is slipping, m^D5y youth is s^G6/9lipping aw^G13ay ^{Em Em9}Cold wind blows off the lake, and^D5 I know for sure t^G6/9hat it's too lat^G13e ^{Em A5}

^G6So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again ^Em9tonight There's so much to d^G6ream about, there must be more to my l^Em9ife

^G6So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again ^Em9tonight There's so much to d^G6ream about, there must be more to my l^Em9ife Between the light ^G6and shallow waves is where I'm going to d^Em9ie So, ^G6wait up^A5 for ^Em9me (x3)