G A D D
G A D D
G A D D
G A D C D C

[Verse 1]
D
 Camped out on a lower slope, dog tired at the toposcope
                           G             A
Hot soup in the aftermath, salad days in many ways.
     G                A
Then time creeps up unseen
       D
And it puts me back at the front of the bus,
G            A              D
Hands I once held no longer there,
G                 A
Grey falls on the green
     D
As I try’n get used to me and not us
G                   A               D    C  D  C
Where I’m going I’m not sure that I care.

[Verse 2]
D
 Still thought I could play out wide, felt sure I could stay onside
                                            G              A
But stiff limbs and a shin which looks like Inter’s end on derby day says
G                 A
Time’s crept up unseen
         D
And it’s stuck me back at the front of the bus,
G               A              D
Bound who knows where, free of charge
    G           A
The situation’s lean
          D
Though it could be worse so I don’t make a fuss
G             A                 D     C  D  D
Still evading capture, still at large.

[Break]
G                      D
 Somebody’s mumbling Galatians
G                                   Bb  C   G
 Somewhere a wolf print fleece needs   90 degrees
                         D
Pushchair related confrontations
G                           Bb       C     G     Bb C  G  A    A
 Pastoral conceits, Italian fancies, comic glees.

[Verse 3]
D
 No stroll of a summer’s eve, neck brace and a shower sleeve
                           G              A
Hot soup in the afterlife, got my fingers crossed because
    G              A
Old Father Time’s arrived
         D
And he’s sat by me at the front of the bus.
G            A             D
Here I am as there I was before
G             A
Things I hold dear
        D
Held in place by means of a surgical truss
G             A           D
Sorry, not in service any more.