(capo 1ª casa)
(intro) Am
Am
I'm tired of saying
G
That I won't get lost ever again
F Am
Who knows, maybe I will
And everywhere I go
There I'll be
G
With a rust old rake in a pile of leaves
F Am
Oh my, truly daunting
F
But my blue eyes
Am
Cannot see
F Am
That their real hue is probably green
F G
I should keep records of these things
F G Am
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I'm not really sure
G
But I'm starting to think that I've been here before
F
Who knows
Am
Maybe I have
And everywhere I went
G
There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
F Am
Oh my, how amusing
F
But my blue eyes
Am
Cannot see
F Am
That their real hue is probably green
F G
I should keep records of these things
F G Am
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
G
One time, there was this one time
F Am
When I swore God, she spoke to me
G
And she told me, oh yes she told me
F Am
Of all the wonder that she could bring
And I said,
G F
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, wont you fill me up with it,
Am
Won't you fill me (repeat 4 times - Am G F)
F
But my blue eyes
Am
Cannot see
F Am
That their real hue is probably green
F G
I will keep records of these things
F G Am
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
F G Am
I am always there with me
F G Am (hold)
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
