Am
So this is the age of the train

Am
All aboard through the labour exchange

F  G        D        E
 My mind is running away with me

Am
I'm a shop worn sales campaign

Am
Trapped behind yellow cellophane
 
F  G        D       E
 My mind is running away with

Am           G#m
Everything I ever learned

      G            F#m
Comes knocking at my head

         F
What you thought was way

    F            E
Too much is not enough

              Am        E
They tell you day after day

             E                       Am
To make your way through the factory gates

         F                   E
What you make on the factory floor

         E                       Am
You take straight to the company store

              Am        E
They tell you day after day

             E                       Am
To make your way through the factory gates

                F               E
'Til they can't break your will anymore

           E                         Am
You are contractually tied to death's door

Am

Am
  I never left the town I was made in
Am
In Wicker's World, I'm Michael Palin

F   G       D        E         Am
 My mind is running away with me

I record every one of my feelings

Am
By trying bread bags onto the railings

F   G       D        E
 My mind is running away with

Am            G#m
Every one you ever loved

      G                  F#m
Comes knocking down your door

         F
What you thought was way

    F            E
Too much is not enough

             Am        E
They tell you day after day

             E                       Am
To make your way through the factory gates

         F                   E
What you make on the factory floor

         E                       Am
You take straight to the company store

              Am        E
They tell you day after day

             E                       Am
To make your way through the factory gates

                F               E
'Til they can't break your will anymore

           E                         Am
You are contractually tied to death's door


      F
Not enough, not enough

       G
I want wider than this island

     F
Not enough, not enough

       G
I want brighter than a diamond

    Am               G#m
And everything you've ever known

   G            F#m
Is in these city walls

         F
What you thought was way

    F             E                E
Too much, is not enough, it's not enough

             F
But when you thought

              F
"It's way too much"

         E
It's not enough

             Am        E
They tell you day after day

             E                       Am
To make your way through the factory gates

         F                   E
What you make on the factory floor

         E                       Am
You take straight to the company store

              Am        E
They tell you day after day

             E                      Am
To make your way through the factory gates

                F               E
'Til they can't break your will anymore

           E                         Am
You are contractually tied to death's door
                
                F                  G
'Til they can't break your will anymore

            E                         Am
You are contractually tied to death's door