Half Man Half Biscuit - Terminus

^D Camped out on a lower slope, dog tired at the toposcope Hot soup in the aftermath, ^Gsalad days in ^Amany ways. Then ^Gtime creeps up un^Aseen And it ^Dputs me back at the front of the bus, ^GHands I once ^Aheld no longer ^Dthere, ^GGrey falls on the ^Agreen As I ^Dtry’n get used to me and not us ^GWhere I’m going I’m ^Anot sure that I ^Dcare.^{C D C}

^D Still thought I could play out wide, felt sure I could stay onside But stiff limbs and a shin which looks like ^GInter’s end on ^Aderby day says ^GTime’s crept up un^Aseen And it’s ^Dstuck me back at the front of the bus, ^GBound who knows ^Awhere, free of ^Dcharge The ^Gsituation’s ^Alean Though it ^Dcould be worse so I don’t make a fuss ^GStill evading ^Acapture, still at ^Dlarge.^{C D D}

^G Somebody’s mumbling Ga^Dlatians ^G Somewhere a wolf print fleece needs^Bb 9^C0 de^Ggrees Pushchair related confron^Dtations ^G Pastoral conceits, Italian ^Bbfancies, ^Ccomic ^Gglees.^{Bb C G A A}

^D No stroll of a summer’s eve, neck brace and a shower sleeve Hot soup in the afterlife, ^Ggot my fingers ^Acrossed because Old ^GFather Time’s a^Arrived And he’s ^Dsat by me at the front of the bus. ^GHere I am as ^Athere I was be^Dfore ^GThings I hold ^Adear Held in ^Dplace by means of a surgical truss ^GSorry, not in ^Aservice any ^Dmore.