Paul Weller - When your gardens overgrown

^FBobby's off on holiday, Away across the sea ^CSetting up his easel, A new scene to see ^FSays that he's had enough, Of standing in the rain ^CNow he's looking for the good life, ^BbWith European pain

^DmDid you know your ^Cgarden's over^Bbgrown And what is ^Fshown?

^FMeeting all these pretty girls Singing golden hair ^CHe's in touch with the painter's mind And Syd's unflinching stare ^FDrinking wine in the Moulin Rouge Sipping kaffee in Berlin ^CMight take in the colored lights ^BbIn the city they call sin

^DmHe could see The ^Cwriting on the ^Bbwall Ten feet ^Ftall

^DmDid you know your ^Cgarden's over^Bbgrown And what is ^Fshown?

^DBut oh there are ^Dmtimes He ^Bbwished the world Would fade just into ^Amsight ^DAnd oh, the feelings that ^Dmchanged Were ^Bbthicker than the brush strokes of ^Amfame

^FNow he rides the dirt roads of old southern Spain ^CAnd when senoritas sing He can hear them say

^DmDid you know your ^Cgarden's over^Bbgrown And what is ^Fshown?

^DmHe could see The ^Cwriting on the ^Bbwall Ten feet ^Ftall