The Classic Crime - Far from home

I’ve got ^Ga bad taste ^Amin me ^CIt’s like I’ve been robbed of something I once was in my ch^Gildhood memo^Dries And it’s^G buried in sandboxes back yard where we used t^Amo see 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 ^Ga bad pain in my^Am heart It’^Cs like the first time that I looked in your eyes The first time^G it all fell a^Dpart And it’s^G buried in sandboxes back yard where we used t^Amo see 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 l^Cost I’m so l^Dost

These pages will ^Amburn And I’ll pass away Yesterday’^Gs gone

The fact that I’m^C lost I’m so l^Dost