City and Colour - Boiled frogs

^Am9Old man sits at his desk One year from retirement, ^C6And he's up for review Not quite sure what to do ^G5Each passing year The workload grows

^Am9I'm always wishing, ^G5I'm always w^C6/9ishing too late ^{C13 Am Am9}For things to come my way ^G5It always ends up the ^C6/9same ^{C13 Am D5 Am9}I must be missing, I ^G5must be missing the p^C13oint ^{Am Am9}Your signal fades away ^G5and all I'm l^C6/9eft with is noi^C13se ^{Am D5}

^C6So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone ^Am9again tonight There's so much to d^C6ream about, there must be more to my ^Am9life

^Am9Poor little tin man still swinging his axe, ^C6Even though his jo^G5ints are clogged with rust ^Am9My youth is slipping, m^G5y youth is slipping away ^Am9Safe in monotony, (so^G5 safe), ^C6/9day after day ^Am9My youth is slipping, m^G5y youth is s^C6/9lipping aw^C13ay ^{Am Am9}Cold wind blows off the lake, and^G5 I know for sure t^C6/9hat it's too lat^C13e ^{Am D5}

^C6So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again ^Am9tonight There's so much to d^C6ream about, there must be more to my l^Am9ife

^C6So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again ^Am9tonight There's so much to d^C6ream about, there must be more to my l^Am9ife Between the light ^C6and shallow waves is where I'm going to d^Am9ie So, ^C6wait up^D5 for ^Am9me (x3)