Paul Weller - The impossible idea

Co^Cmaj7rn dolly run - strictly mea^Bbdows Sa^Gmt in the sun - waiting^C by ^{Cmaj7 C} Ru^Cmaj7n baby run - thru the meado^Bbws Br^Gmeathe baby breathe - su^Cch a life ^{Cmaj7 G}

W^Chile I'm hanging around Til my ^Geyes fix on the imp^G#mosible i^Amdea That I'll change the^F world Ma^Cybe I'll come to the conclusio^Gn I can't even chang^G#me my own^Am life And there I^F fall

Da^Cmaj7ys simplify, in the mea^Bbdow We^Gm can't be far, nearly^C home ^{Cmaj7 C} Cr^Cmaj7aw daddy run, strictly ^Bbhead on Ru^Gmns to the sun, he know^Cs why^{Cmaj7 G}

W^Chile I'm hanging around Just to ^Ghit on That impos^G#msible i^Amdea That I might change ^Fit all Sa^Cdly, under delusions of gran^Gdeur Good is just n^G#mot good ^Amenough dear And there I^F fall

O^Dmh what a shame, such a sad poor parade bef^Galls O^Dmh all up in smoke, what a joke, what's become of u^Bbs all ^{G C}

I ^Clike hanging around Til I s^Gwitch on The impo^G#mssible ^Amidea that love might Change the wo^Frld Ma^Cybe I'll come the conclusion Un^Gtil I can ^G#mchange m^Amyself ^{F Fm} And there I'll fall^C