Intro: Bbm
Bbm
I'm tired of saying
Ab
That I won't get lost ever again
F# Bbm
Who knows, maybe I will
And everywhere I go
There I'll be
Ab
With a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves
F# Bbm
Oh my, truly daunting
F#
But my blue eyes
Bbm
Cannot see
F# Bbm
That their real hue is probably green
F# Ab
I should keep records of these things
F# Ab Bbm
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I'm, I'm not really sure
Ab
But I'm starting to think that I've been here before
F#
Who knows
Bbm
Maybe I have
And everywhere I went
Ab
There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
F# Bbm
Oh my, how amusing
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
But...
Bbm Ab
One time, there was this one time
F# Bbm
When I swore God, she spoke to me
Bbm Ab
And she told me, oh yes she told me
F# Bbm
Of all the wonder that she could bring
And I said,
Bb, Ab F#
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, won't you fill me up with it,
Won't you fill me
Bbm Ab F#
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why don't you fill me up with it,
Why don't you fill me
Bbm Ab F#
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it,
Bbm Ab F# Bbm
Why don't you fill me
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I am always here with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring