Deaf Havana - Kings road ghosts

I drove my ^Emcar along the o^Gld bus route to my p^Darents house t^Coday And on my ^Emway I saw the ^Gplaces I once ^Dloved begin to ^Cfade The r^Emecreation g^Grounds I knew so ^Dwell have been re^Cplaced With w^Emorn out football ^Gpitches, tennis c^Dourts and empty s^Cpace

I miss the d^Cays I used to ^Emknow, I had a p^Dlace Where all the f^Criends I thought I l^Emoved, weren't far a^Dway Before I l^Emost my ^Bmway and these s^Ctreets still knew my n^Game I miss the d^Cays I kn^Gew I had a p^Dlace, a place in ever^Emything

Now there are ^Emghosts in the eyes of the ch^Geckout girls and the ^DBoys that run the ^Cbars Who ^Em5 years ago were ^Gaspiring artists or ^Dpoets with g^Cuitars We w^Emore our hearts so f^Car down our s^Gleeves that we l^Dost them day to ^Cday But this p^Dlace, isn't the s^Emame you ^Csee ^GAnd these s^Dtreets, don't^Em feel like h^Come to me

I miss the d^Cays I used to ^Emknow, I had a p^Dlace Where all the f^Criends I thought I l^Emoved, weren't far a^Dway Before I l^Emost my ^Bmway and these s^Ctreets still knew my n^Game C G D Em... I miss the days I knew I had a place, a place in everything

I ^Emparked the car and made my way down c^Bmloser to the sea. I in^Chaled the summer ^Gbreeze and I felt f^Cree. ^{G D} I fo^Emrgot how much I missed the way, the ^Bmsun lit up the east coast bays And ^Cmade the north sea come a^Glive, and at n^Dight we'd pass the l^Emighthouse by On the our w^Cay to drown our^Gselves in illegal ^Dwine. And we'd s^Ctay awake til the m^Gorning cars went ^Dby, With ^Cnothing but a ^Gbus fare and a ^Dsmile And I c^Emouldn't h^Delp but s^Cmile.