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 I^D5'm always wi^G6/9shing 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 m^D5ust be missing the po^G13int ^{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 a^Em9gain tonight There's so much to d^G6ream about there must be more to my l^Em9ife

^Em9Poor little tin man still swinging his axe ^G6Even though his jo^D5ints are clogged with rust ^Em9My youth is slipping my^D5 youth is slipping away ^Em9Safe in monotony so s^D5afe day ^G6/9after day ^Em9My youth is slipping my^D5 youth is sl^G6/9ipping awa^G13y ^{Em Em9}Cold wind blows off the lake and ^D5I know for sure th^G6/9at it's too late^{G13 Em A5}

^G6So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again t^Em9onight There's so much to d^G6ream about there must be more to my li^Em9fe

^G6So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again t^Em9onight There's so much to d^G6ream about there must be more to my li^Em9fe Between the light ^G6and shallow waves is where I'm going to d^Em9ie So w^G6ait up ^A5for m^Em9e x3