D
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
D
The ground to be his bed
The sky his awning

D            G
Neon, neon, neon
       A                               D      
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
                                   G
Cows surround so you lean on, lean on
   A                              D
So much your hugs become hold ons 

D  D2       D5  
Oh these three worn words
                    Em
Oh oh-oh-oh that we whisper 
                 A        A/G         F#m
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona

I just want to love you in my own language

( D )

F#m          E                 D
   Well that smell of sex, good like burning wood
Bm             A       D
   The wayward lad lay claim
F#m       E                  D
   To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
Bm            A                 D
   Who left a note when morning came

F#m                      E       D
Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi)
     Bm             A               D
The road erodes at five feet per year along England's east coastline
F#m                 E    D
Was this your first time?
Bm             A        D
Love is just a button we pressed last night by the campfire

D  D2       D5  
Oh these three worn words
                    Em
Oh oh-oh-oh that we whisper 
                 A        A/G         F#m
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona

I just want to love you in my own language

( D )