Fyfe Dangerfield - High on the tide

^Gm There's salt in ^Cthe air, it's a taste that I ^Fknow ^{Dm7 Gm} and the memory of ^Cyou has started to go^{D Gm} Sometimes we ^Clive just to get ^Fthrown ^{Dm7 Gm} And so a cheap train ^Cticket is ^Amcarrying me back to my ^Dhome

^GmHigh on the ^Ctide ^Fmaj7Chasing my demons ^Dm7away completely ^GmHigh on the ^Ctide ^AmCan in my hand going ^Ddown so sweetly ^GmHigh on the ^Ctide ^Fmaj7Don't wake me up and ^Dm7tell me that I'm ^Gmdreaming ^Cit's just how I a^Fmaj7m ^Dm7 Gm C D

^Gm Stumbling ^Cbarefoot over the ^Fsands ^{Dm7 Gm} With no-one and ^Cnothing at my c^Dommand ^Gm But with the waves on the ^Cshore and the sea in my ^Fhair ^{Dm7 Gm} I can honestly ^Csay this - I ^Amreally and truly ^Ddon't care

^GmHigh on the ^Ctide ^Fmaj7Killing my boredom by ^Dm7doing nothing ^GmHigh on the ^Ctide ^AmFinally this world ^Dresembles something ^GmHigh on the ^Ctide ^Fmaj7Oh who needs forever when ^Dm7all they have's ^Gmopinions ^CHey I'm doing ^Fmaj7fine. ^Dm7 Gm C D

^GmFor once in my ^Clife ^AmI'm glad to be here ^Dnot there

^GmHigh on the ^Ctide ^Fmaj7Sun falling down but it ^Dm7feels like morning ^GmHigh on the ^Ctide ^AmTomorrow is just an ^Didea ^GmOn the high ^Ctide ^Fmaj7Don't wake me up and ^Dm7tell me what you're ^Gmleaving ^CI already know