The Jam - Wasteland

Mee^Gt me on the^A wastelands - ^Dlater this day, We'll sit^G and talk a^And hold hands^D maybe, For there's not muc^Gh else to do ^{A D} In this drab and colourless place.^{G F#m G Em A} We'll sit^G amongst^A the rubber tyres,^D Amongst the discarded bric-^Ga-brac - pe^Aople hav^De no use for, Amongs^Gt the smouldering emb^Aers of yesterday^D. ^{Em A} And when ^F#or if the s^Gun shine^As, Lighting our once beau^Gtiful f^F#meatures, We'll smile^C#, but only for seconds, ^D For to be caught smi^Gling's to acknowledge life, ^A A brave^G but useless show of com^F#mpassion, And that^C# is forbidden in this drab and colour^Dless world. ^{E A} Meet^G me on the ^Awastelands - t^Dhe ones behind, The old h^Gouses - the ones l^Aeft standing ^Dpre-war - The ones o^Gvershadowed by^A those monolith monstrosities - ^D Council^Gs call homes ^{F#m G E A} And there^G amongst th^Ae shit - the dir^Dty linen, The holy ^GCoca-Cola tins - ^Athe p^Dunctured footballs, the ragged^G dolls - the rusting bicyc^Ales, ^D We'll sit and probably hold^G hands. ^F#m And watch ^Gthe rain fall - watch it, wa^F#mtch it - Tumbl^Ge and fall - tumble an^F#md falling - Li^Gke our lives - like^F#m our lives - J^Emust like our lives.^A We'll talk^G about ^Athe old days^D, When the wasteland was release, when we could^G play, ^{A D} And think - without feeling guilty^G - meet m^Ae later ^D But we'll have to^G hold hands. ^F#m Tumbl^Ge and fall - tumble a^F#mnd falling - Lik^Ge our lives - like ^F#mour lives - Ex^Emactly like our ^Alives. ^{A7 D}