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