Subbuteo

  E: 022100
C#m: x46654
  B: 224442
 B7: 224242
  A: x02220

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

Middle 8:

          F#m
Towering trees
           B   -   B7   -   E
Towering trees

Verse: 2

E
There are bangers in the wheely bins
Continues after the ad
                                   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

Middle 8:

    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

Middle 8:

   F#m
So hard
 B   -   B7
So hard