intro, D, A, x, 3 intro:

^verseverse It's the ^Dsad eyed ^C#mi7goodbbye ^Bmi7yesterday's moments I'll re^Gmember^A7 It's the ^Dbleak street ^C#mi7weak kneed^Bmi7 partings I re^G, ^A7call It's the ^Dmistier mist, the ^C#hazier days The ^Bmi7brighter sun, and the ^Aeasy oles There's ^Gall the more reason for ^Dlaughing and crying When youre ^Dmaj7/Ayounger and life isnt ^Atoo hard at all.

w/verse prog It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays that bored you to rages of tears The unending pleadings to waste all your good times on thoughs of your middle aged years It's the vertical hold of the things that youre told For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero And theres all the more reason for living or dying When youre young and your troubles are all very small break E G# Out here on the streets we'd gather and meet

And ^Ascuff up the sidewalks with ^Cendlessly ^Drestless feet ^EHalf of the tim^G#e we'd broaden our minds ^Amore in the pool halls Than we ^Cdid in the ^Dschool halls. ^EWith the downtown ^G#chewing gum bums ^AWatching the nightlife, the ^F#lights and the ^Dfun.^A

w/verse prog: I never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought Id be something more It aint easy for a smalltown boy, it aint easy at all Thinking it right, doing it wrong, it's easier from an armchair Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness Have my eggs paoched for breakfast I guess. I think I'll be Clint Eastwood Jimi Hendrix, he was good Let's try William the Conqueror Now who else do I like?

Roger Taylor - Drowse