Drowse

[Chords]
       D   C#m7   Bm7    G    A7    C#     A     E    G#     C    F#  Dmaj7/A
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A|-----5-----4-----2-----2-----0-----4-----0-----2-----6-----3-----4-----0-----|
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[Intro]
| D | % | A | % |    x3

[Verse 1]
         D        C#m7    Bm7                        G      A7
It's the sad eyed goodbye yesterday's moments I'll remember
         D            C#m7      Bm7           G     A7
It's the bleak street weak kneed partings I recall
         D                 C#
It's the mistier mist, the hazier days
    Bm7                   A
The brighter sun, and the easier lays
        G                       D
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
            Dmaj7/A                A
When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all.

| D | % | A | % |    x2

[Verse 2]
         D                     C#m7                 Bm7                            G   A7
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays that bored you to rages of tears
      D                   C#m7                          Bm7                             G   A7
The unending pleadings to waste all your good times on thoughts of your middle aged years
            D                 C#
It's the vertical hold of the things that you're told
         Bm7              A
For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero
            G                       D
And there's all the more reason for living or dying
            Dmaj7/A                      A
When you're young and your troubles are all very small

| D | % | A | % |    x2

[Break]
E                      G#
Out here on the streets we'd gather and meet
    A                           C         D
And scuff up the sidewalks with endlessly restless feet
E              G#                       A
Half of the time we'd broaden our minds more in the pool halls
        C          D
Than we did in the school halls.
E                 G#
With the downtown chewing gum bums
A                           F#             D    A
Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun.

| D | % | A | % |    x2

[Verse 3]
D                        C#m7         Bm7                     G             A7
I never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more
D                    C#m7         Bm7                   G     A7
It ain't easy for a smalltown boy, it ain't easy at all
D                 C#              Bm7                      A
Thinking it right, doing it wrong, it's easier from an armchair
G                       D
Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Dmaj7/A                           A
Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess.

D   A   
(repeat and fade)