Intro: A

Verso:
A
Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
  D
The singer in the band made me want to cry
A
We're all inside our own heads now
   D
We are leaving new friends, leaving this town
   Bm                  D
And I wish you could be here with me
     Bm            D
I would show you off like a trophy
  Bm                     D
The road it winds, it twists, it turns
        A
Now my stomach burns

Verso:
A
Once again, I'll be the foolish one
       D
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
A
Don't you worry, don't get in a state
       D
I don't believe in true love anyway
D              Bm
Who's being pessimistic now?
     D             Bm
I could document this as our first and our last row
  D         Bm                 A
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm

Refrão:
A
I won't be seeing you for a long while
A
I hope it's not as long as a country mile
     D
I feel lost...
     A
I feel lost...

Outro: C#m  Bm  A
            C#m  Bm  A