The Classic Crime - Far from home

I've got a ^Gbad taste in^Am me ^CIt's like I've been robbed of something I once was in my ch^Gildhood memo^Dries And it's b^Guried in sandboxes back yard where we used to ^Amsee That dreams could come true if bel^Cieved

The^Am sidewalks scream our na^Gmes We are ^Cso Far from ^Ghome Far from ^Dhome

I've got a ^Gbad pain in my h^Ameart It's ^Clike the first time that I looked in your eyes The first time^G it all fell a^Dpart And it's b^Guried in sandboxes back yard where we used to ^Amsee That dreams could come true if bel^Cieved

The sid^Amewalks scream our na^Gmes We are ^Cso Far from ^Ghome Far from ^Dhome

But ^Gnow We are ^Cso Far from ^Ghome Far from ^Dhome

All I have is w^Amords To which I'm a slave I scribble them d^Gown

But I'm los^Ct I'm so los^Dt

These pages will ^Amburn And I'll pass away Yesterday's ^Ggone

The fact that I'm l^Cost I'm so los^Dt