Tom: A
F#m A
My memory is fleeting with age
Bm7 D
As I prepare to touch my pen to the fiber of this page.
F#m A
All the ink will run dry long before
Bm7 A
I can write my final tale, given all that lies in store.
F#m C#
I'm holding on for delight.
E
I barrel through the good times
B
After crawling through the stripe.
A C#
Every moment passing never to return.
F#m C#
I'm getting along in my days.
E B
Sipping through the sadness for the calm of better days.
A
So long as I keep breathing,
C#
I can find my way.
( F#m A G#m F#m )
F#m C#
I just can't give in.
F#m C# B
World's so dead that I am living in.
E D
I hold out for something else,
F#m E F#m D E
Something words can never tell.
C#
Can't tell.
( F#m C# E B A C# )
F#m A
From my way beyond the darkest straight into the light.
E B
Promises I'll have my wits to guide me through the night.
A C#
I don't dare to turn my head to either side.
F#m B
It all leads me to sway.
F#m B
Like the words that people say.
D E C#
But they won't sweep me away, not today.
F#m C#
I just can't give in.
F#m C# B
World's so dead that I am living in.
E D
I hold out for something else,
F#m E F#m D F#m E F#m D
Something bigger than, something better than,
F#m E F#m D E
Something I can stand to find.
F#m E F#m E F#m
Yeah yeah.
