Kunci Ukulele Passenger – Lifes for the living Versi 1

Well grey c^Ebmlouds wraped round the t^Bmaj7own like elastic C^Dbars stood like toys made of Ta^Gbiwanese pla^Bbm7stic The ^Ebmboy laughed at the spastic da^Bmaj7ncing around in the r^Dbain ^{Ab Db} While l^Ebmaundrettes cleaned clothes, high h^Bmaj7eals rub toes P^Dbuddles splashed huddles of b^Gbus stop cr^Bbm7ows Dr^Ebmessed in their suits and their b^Bmaj7oots well they all look the s^Dbame ^{Ab Db}

I t^Book myself down to the c^Dbafe to find all the b^Gboys lost in bo^Bbm7oks and crack^Ebmling viny^Dbl And c^Barved out a poem a^Dbbove the urinal that re^Gbad ^Gb7 Don't you cr^By for the lost Sm^Dbile for the living G^Gbet what you n^Bbm7eed and giv^Ebme what you're give^Dbn L^Bife's for the living so l^Dbive it Or you're better off d^Ebmead

While the ^Ebmevening pulled the moon o^Bmaj7ut of it's packet St^Dbars shone like buttons on an o^Gbld man's jac^Bbm7ket We n^Ebmeeded a nail but we ta^Bmaj7cked it 'til it fell of the wa^Dbll ^{Ab Db} While p^Ebmigeon's pecked trains, sparks fle^Bmaj7w like planes The r^Dbain showed the rainbows in the^Gb oil stai^Bbm7ns And we ^Ebmall had new iPhones but no^Bmaj7 one had no one to ca^Dbll ^{Ab Db}

And ^BI stumbled down to the s^Dbtomach of the town Where the w^Gbidow takes me^Bbm7mories to^Ebm slowly drown^Db With a h^Band to the sky and a m^Dbist in her eye she sa^Gbid ^Gb7 Don't you cr^By for the lost Sm^Dbile for the living G^Gbet what you n^Bbm7eed and giv^Ebme what you're give^Dbn L^Bife's for the living so l^Dbive it Or you're better off d^Ebmead

Well I'm s^Ebmick of this town, this bli^Bmaj7nd man's forage They t^Dbake your dreams down and sti^Gbck them in stor^Bbm7age You can h^Ebmave them back son when you've pa^Bmaj7id off your mortgage and lo^Dbans ^{Ab Db} Oh h^Ebmell with this place, I'll go i^Bmaj7t my own way I'll st^Dbick out my thumb and I tru^Gbdge down the hi^Bbm7ghway S^Ebmomeday someone must be g^Bmaj7oing my way ho^Dbme ^{Ab Db}

Till then ^BI'll make my bed from a d^Dbisused car With a m^Gbattress of le^Bbm7aves and a blan^Ebmket of stars^Db And I'll st^Bitch the words into my h^Dbeart with a needle and thre^Gbad ^Gb7 Don't you cr^By for the lost Sm^Dbile for the living G^Gbet what you n^Bbm7eed and giv^Ebme what you're give^Dbn You know l^Bife's for the living so l^Dbive it Or you're better off d^Gbead ^Gb7

Don't you cr^By for the lost Sm^Dbile for the living G^Gbet what you n^Bbm7eed and giv^Ebme what you're give^Dbn L^Bife's for the living so l^Dbive it