A

[verse]
A
Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
    D
The singer in the band made me want to cry
A
We're all inside our own heads now
       D
We are leaving new friends, leaving this town
      Bm                          D
And I wish you could be here with me
        Bm                  D
I would show you off like a trophy
    Bm                           D
The road it winds, it twists, it turns
               A
Now my stomach burns


[verse]
A
Once again, I'll be the foolish one
           D
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
A
Don't you worry, don't get in a state
          D
I don't believe in true love anyway
D                       Bm
Who's being pessimistic now?
        D                    Bm
I could document this as our first and our last row
    D                Bm                      A
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm


[chorus]
A
I won't be seeing you for a long while
A
I hope it's not as long as a country mile
       D
I feel lost...
       A
I feel lost...


[outro]
C#m | Bm | A
C#m | Bm | A