Tom: Gm
Eb Eb9 Ab Eb
I hung out with the old folks, in the hope that I'd get wise.
Gm Cm F Bb
I was trying to bridge the gap, between the great divide.
Eb Eb9 Ab Eb
Hung on every recollection, in the theatre of their eyes
Gm Cm F Bb
Picking up on this and that, in the few that still survive.
[CHORUS]
Eb
Call em up
Cm
Dust em off
D Gm
Let em shine
Ab Eb F Bb
The ones who hold onto the ones, they had to leave behind
Eb Cm
Those that flew, those that fell,
D Gm
The ones that had to stay,
Ab Eb
Beneath a little wooden cross
Bb Eb
Oceans away
D PEAT INTRO
[VERSE 2]
Eb Eb9 Ab Eb
They bend like trees in winter, these shuffling old gray lions
Gm Cm F Bb
Though snow white start to gather, like the belt around Orion.
Eb Eb9 Ab Eb
Just a touch of faded lightning, of the powerful design,
Gm Cm F Bb
Of the generation gathered, for maybe the last time.
D PEAT CHORUS
[BRIDGE]
F# Ab Bbm
Oceans away where the green grass sways and the cool wind blows across the shadow of their graves.
F# Ab
shoulder to shoulder, back in the day, sleeping bones to rest in Earth
Bbm Fsus4 Bbm
O - ceans away
F# Ab Bb
O - ceans away
[CHORUS]
Eb
Call em up
Cm
Dust em off
D Gm
Let em shine
Ab Eb F Bb
The ones who hold onto the ones, they had to leave behind
Eb Cm
Those that flew, those that fell,
D Gm
The ones that had to stay,
Ab Eb
Beneath a little wooden cross
Bb Eb
Oceans away
D PEAT INTRO
[OUTRO]
Eb
*Single note fading into the distance*
