| A | D | E | |
| You, you | never looked so | good |
| A | D | E | |
| Sipping | life dow | n like I wish I | could |
| A | D | E | |
| But these | sober tears ar | e all that's left to | shed |
| D | E | |
| Sandy's | soul, now made of | bread |
| Face down beneath the rubble lies a man |
| Tales of the future already in the past |
| And of himself, well he hasn't much to say |
| But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day |
| A | E | D | E | |
| He said, | I left | my home where the dead never ros | e |
| A | E | D | |
| But the streets of | gold I've yet to | find |
| A | E | D | E | |
| And at t | he end of the da | y all you can do is pray |
| A | E | D | E | |
| Without | hope well you might as well be b | lind, yeah be bl | ind |
| E | A | D | E | |
| Tomorrow comes a day too soon |
| E | A | D | E | |
| Tomorrow comes a day too soon |
| Angel, sweet angel of my youth |
| Where have you gone? You flew away too soon |
| This brick I built now builds a higher wall |
| See it crumble, hear me fall |
| There hangs the fool, who once had it all |
| Chorus |
| D | E | |
| And though the | road has yet to | rise |
| A | D | |
| On these hun | dred years that passed me | by |
| D | E | |
| And the bl | ood with the river | flows |
| A | D | |
| Through the c | rimson field never | sung |
| E | |
| And no n | ever sung |
| Chorus |
| A | D | E | |
| Ahh well y | ou, you | never looked so | good |