Tom: G
G
The toy that you got from an old cereal box
Am C
takes pride of place on my window ledge
G
them pop-cap guns and your father's benson
Am C
are gonna make a man out of you some day
Am
ain't it funny how it's all worked out
C
you've got a job and a family now
Am
and I'm singing these same old songs
C
in empty bars and cheap restaurants
Am
and it feels like a matter of days
C
that I could run all the games we played
Am
sitting on the rooftops after dark
C G
drinking in the sky and eating the stars
I'm running home for tea of mash and gravy
shipping for castings on the radio
Mama's in her straights saying she only does her best
but we don't appreciate where the money goes
would you even recognise me now
I lost love and I've fallen down
felt the weight of the world on my shoulder
my young face got a little bit older
had my heart bent, torn in two
surely hope it doesn't happen to you
sitting on the rooftops after dark
drinking in the sky and eating the stars
I won't tie my laces I won't brush my hair
I won't wear nice dresses on a Sunday
I say three 'hail mary's and I'll make my peace
With the Friday night DJ down the alley
ain't it funny how it's all worked out
you've got a job and a family now
and im singing these same old songs
in empty bars and cheap restaurants
and it feels like a matter of days
that I could run all the games we played
sitting on the rooftops after dark
drinking in the sky and eating the stars
had my heart bent, torn in two
surely hope it doesn't happen to you
sitting on the rooftops after dark
drinking in the sky and eating the stars
