Fyfe Dangerfield - High on the tide

^Am There's salt in ^Gthe air, it's a taste that I ^Cknow ^{Am7 Am} and the memory of ^Gyou has started to go^{A Am} Sometimes we ^Glive just to get ^Cthrown ^{Am7 Am} And so a cheap train ^Gticket is ^Emcarrying me back to my ^Ahome

^AmHigh on the ^Gtide ^Cmaj7Chasing my demons ^Am7away completely ^AmHigh on the ^Gtide ^EmCan in my hand going ^Adown so sweetly ^AmHigh on the ^Gtide ^Cmaj7Don't wake me up and ^Am7tell me that I'm ^Amdreaming ^Git's just how I a^Cmaj7m ^Am7 Am G A

^Am Stumbling ^Gbarefoot over the ^Csands ^{Am7 Am} With no-one and ^Gnothing at my c^Aommand ^Am But with the waves on the ^Gshore and the sea in my ^Chair ^{Am7 Am} I can honestly ^Gsay this - I ^Emreally and truly ^Adon't care

^AmHigh on the ^Gtide ^Cmaj7Killing my boredom by ^Am7doing nothing ^AmHigh on the ^Gtide ^EmFinally this world ^Aresembles something ^AmHigh on the ^Gtide ^Cmaj7Oh who needs forever when ^Am7all they have's ^Amopinions ^GHey I'm doing ^Cmaj7fine. ^Am7 Am G A

^AmFor once in my ^Glife ^EmI'm glad to be here ^Anot there

^AmHigh on the ^Gtide ^Cmaj7Sun falling down but it ^Am7feels like morning ^AmHigh on the ^Gtide ^EmTomorrow is just an ^Aidea ^AmOn the high ^Gtide ^Cmaj7Don't wake me up and ^Am7tell me what you're ^Amleaving ^GI already know