Written by Louis Abbott/Admiral Fallow
Verse 1: E Hello, my chum C#m It's me and I'm banging on your door B It's been far too long A Since we set the leaves alight down on the floor E I've returned for a while C#m To the concrete that once claimed my knees B And the stones my hands owned A As I sent them toward windows and trees F#m Towering trees B - B7 - E Towering trees Verse 2 E There are bangers in the wheely bins C#m Lazer pens shone through the glass B And BB after BB fired A From behind the wall beyond the grass E And though boots met my face C#m And knuckles cracked me black as coal B I care not for the mindless A Who poked fear at my sorry soul F#m My soul B - B7 My soul Verse 3: E And I miss the rain on the roof C#m Pitstop paths and whistling streams B I miss the Coldstream chips A The red subbuteo team painted green E Built on back fields, C#m It seemed a thorn in my child side B Instead became a grit-soaked playground A Where the propers and the poor collide Bridge: E Oh, it might sound dull C#m But dull's sometimes all we have B Yeah, it might sound dull A But dull's all we ever have Refrain: E Sometimes I talk with the meter C#m Of a bingo caller's east-end drawl B Who cares; we're all just trying to float B A While everything seems set to fall F#m So hard B B7 So hard