E G#m
The wind blows the ashes of summer,
F#m E D A
and pulls the tar paper face on the hooding
E G#m
the marmalade cat, with dark mangled ears
F#m E
slips through the fence without speaking
F#m
this is my world and home
A E
football and marbles and coming home late if you dare
E G#m
I look at the face in the mirror,
F#m E D A
I know it so well, but I don’t know at all
E G#m
and the child books are weary, and fade on the shelves
F#m E
with things that were precious now dusty
F#m
this is my yesterday
A E
and the friends that I knew, have all gone
B
now
A
and now
E F#
now is the time
E D A E
for the leavin’
E G#m
in a corner she sits, by the fire
F#m E D A
she seeks the words that somehow elude her
E G#m
and the yesterday face, a picture with moustache
F#m E
looks down to the ground from the mantelpiece
F#m
this is my world alone
A E
the blue cotton dress and the man on the cross on the wall
E G#m
then why must you go, are the words that she’s found
F#m E D A
there’s a job in the paper, that’s firm
E G#m
five minutes from home and the pay is real good
F#m E
and the prospects get better, they say
F#m
how can I tell you now
A E
good bye must be all I can say
B
and now
A
and now
E F#
now is the time
E
for the leavin’
B
and now
A
and now
E F#
now is the time
E D A E
for the leavin’
E D A E
(repeat to fade)