F   C  G   Am
F   C  G   


N.C.
You know when you're doing a song about a small town
N.C.                                                          F
You gotta start it with a cliche, you know what I'm sayin' like


[Verse]

       C
Time moves a little slower here
      G                       Am
The paint peels 'cause the summers here are so severe
  F                     C
And we're nowhere near no where you would know of
  G                      Am
Locals here pride, they show up just to show off
F                         C                        
Four men take a load off, just to watch the day go by
G                          Am
Philosophizing with their friends like they're Plato
    F                        C                
They prophecize on the bench by the main road, right
 G                          Am
They got advice; I'm like 'Ayo, if you say so guys'
F                      C
But what do they know, Fox News got 'em lit
G                               Am  
They're shockers, fundamentalists, the new communists
F                              C
A girl with a shopping list, clutch her handbag close
G                             Am
I'm like "damn man" then it's all backhands, jokes
F                             C
'Cause I'm a gentlemen, but then again most of are
G                             Am
First name basis in the bank, the post-office, the bar
F                             C                       G
The grocery, parks, hey lady I ain't tryna grab your pension
Am
The old men on the bench hum


[Instrumental]

F C G Am
F C G


[Tom Thum]

N.C.
"Direct from the transistor radio in your lounge room.It's the entertainment that the whole family can enjoy."
N.C.
"Well I say looking slick will do the trick so try Barry's Brylcreem cream today!"


[Chorus]

Am
Well lets go
F                             C
We're living in the days when everybody sayin'
G                     Am
"What a time to be alive"
F                           C
But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space
G                      Am
'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time
F                       C
It's like we ride through life
G                          Am
Right in the shadow of the cold war
            F            C
It gets so quiet at night
     G                             Am                    F
Like martial law took a hold of '55.


[Verse]

      C
Time moves a little slower here
  G                                 Am
A day feels like a week, a weekend feels like it could go a year
F                       C
And we're nowhere near nothing, man it's so true
G                                   Am
I don't tell 'em where I'm from, I tell 'em where I'm close to
F                         C                     G
And I can go through an Atlas and show you on a map but
                 Am                                    F
You'd still look me sideways and treat me like I'm backwards
                       C
But that's just fine, it so happens I'm
G                          Am
Happy living in a city that is trapped in time
F                       C
While you're lined up in traffic I'm
G                          Am
Not panicked 'bout transit, I'm back in time
F                      C
For a TV dinner and an early night
  G                                Am
'Cause we get dressed to travel, got an early flight
F                               C
Been doing laps of the earth while doing laps of the sun
G                                 Am
Tryna put where I'm at on the map 'cause where I'm from
F                                C
Would never get a mention, but all that and then some
G                          Am
Once again the old men on the bench hum


[Instrumental]

F  C  G Am
F  C  G


[Tom Thum]

N.C.
"And across the country they came in waves. Thousands upon thousands of flying discs
N.C.
descending from the planet Mars."
N.C.
"For the closest shave try a Wilson's razor today."


[Chorus]

Am
Well lets go
F                             C
We're living in the days when everybody sayin'
G                     Am
"What a time to be alive"
F                           C
But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space
G                      Am
'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time
F                       C
It's like we ride through life
G                          Am
Right in the shadow of the cold war
            F            C
It gets so quiet at night
     G                             Am                    F
Like martial law took a hold of '55.


[Montaigne]

F                 C
Where I go, where I go
                    G    Am
This will always be home, no matter
F                 C
Where I go, where I go
                    G    Am
This will always be home, no matter
F                 C
Where I go, where I go
                    G    Am
This will always be home, no matter
F                  C
Where I go, where I go
                  G      Am
This will always be home


[Instrumental]

F  C  G Am
F  C  G


[Tom Thum:]

N.C.
"If you can't beat the summer heat then what you need is a Wordell's. Wordell
N.C.
Refrigerators: the cooler choice."
N.C.
"The dieting revolution taking the world by storm."


[Montaigne & Suffa]

Am
Well lets go
F                             C
We're living in the days when everybody sayin'
G                     Am
"What a time to be alive"
F                           C
But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space
G                      Am
'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time
F                       C
It's like we ride through life
G                          Am
Right in the shadow of the cold war
            F            C
It gets so quiet at night
     G                             Am                    F
Like martial law took a hold of '55.