Jack Bruce - Dancing on air

^Gm7Dancing on ^C7air, we'll be ^Gm7there til the ^C7close of the ^Dm7day ^Gm7Try any^C7where, but you ^Gm7can't keep the ^C7magic a^Dm7way

^Bm7 People say it's not ^Bbm7real ^Am7Don't seem to have any feel^Eings ^Gmaj7hm ^Fhm^{Bbmaj7 D7}hm ^D7

^Gm7Dancing on air, we'll be ^C7there til the end of the ^Dm7sky ^Gm7Bending the ^C7time, just a ^Gm7little so ^C7we can get ^Dmaj7by

^Bm7 People say it won't ^Bbm7last ^Am7Everything's getting much fas^Eter ^Ghm ^Bbmaj7hm ^D7hm ^D7

^ELeaving our hearts in a ^Dthousand towns ^ASleeping when dawn comes a^Cround ^BbStaying there j^Fust for a moment or ^Ctwo (together) ^ELeaving our names in a thousand room^Ds ^ABreathing in gasoline ^Emfumes ^BbPlaying there just for a ^Fmoment or two to^D7gether

^ELeaving our hearts ... [Verse 3] ^Gm7Dancing on air, we were ^C7there when they started the ^Dball ^Gm7Climbing the s^C7tairs, had to ^Gm7hang on and ^C7try not to ^Dm7fall