Intro: Verse Once I heard the reason To fall outside of season A gentle, gentle coast Towards the lookout post Bridge and on the last day of the year i’m just happy to be here looking at the leaves of time in my mind in my mind Plans are real Ploughing out Across the fields Holding court For miles around Finding out It’s only sound Verse Once I heard the handle It’s part strong out the tangos The gentle, gentle shift Sent toward him tender drift Bridge And on the worst day of his life He’d still love more things than I like Taping melodies of times In his mind In his mind Plans are real Ploughing out Across the fields Holding court For miles around Finding out It’s only sound E|-3--------2---------------------------------0--------0-| B|---0---0----3--------0---------3-------1---------1-----| G|-----0----------2------0---0-----2--2---2----------2---| D|----------0--------------2---------0------2---------2--| A|-------------------------------0-------0---------------| E|-3-------------------0---------------------------------|