| Bm | C#7 | Bm | Em7 |
| B | E | |
| No cl | oud, a sl | eepy calm |
| A | F#m | G#m | B | |
| S | unbaked earth that's c | ooled by gentle b | reeze, and | trees |
| F#m | B | Bm | C#7 | |
| With rustling le | aves, only | endless days with | out a care |
| Bm | Em7 | |
| Nothing must be d | one |
| B | E | |
| S | ilent, as a d | ay can be |
| A | F#m | G#m | B | |
| F | ar off sounds of | others on t | heir chosen r | un |
| F#m | B | Bm | C#7 | |
| As they d | o, all those th | ings they feel give a | life some meaning |
| Bm | Em7 | |
| Even if they're d | ull |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| It's t | ime to stop this dream | ing, must rej | oin the real w | orld |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| As revealed by | orange lights and a sm | oky atmosp | here |
| C | Bb | F | Bb | D7 | B | F# |
| Ebm | B | Bbm | C# | |
| The t | rees and I are sh | aken by, the | same winds but where | as |
| B | Ebm | |
| The tr | ees will lose their wit | hered leaves |
| Bbm | G#m | |
| I | just can't seem to let | them loose |
| Ebm | B | Bbm | C# | |
| And they can't refr | esh me, those | hot winds of the s | outh |
| B | C# | B | C# | |
| Oh I feel like an | alien, a str | anger in an | alien place |
| B | E | A | F#m | |
| Now the light is f | ading fast, | chances slip a | way |
| G#m | B | F#m | B | |
| A time will | come to pass | , | when there'll be n | one |
| Bm | C#7 | Bm | Em7 | |
| Then add | icted to a | perfumed poison, betr | ayed by its aftert | aste |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| Oh | we shall lose the wond | er and find n | othing in ret | urn |
| D | Am | D | Am | |
| M | any are the s | ubstitutes but they're p | owerless on their | own |
| C | Bb | F | Bb | D7 | B | F# |
| Ebm | B | Bbm | C# | |
| Beware the f | isherman who's | casting out his l | ine |
| B | Ebm | |
| Into a dried up ri | ver bed |
| B | Bbm | G#m | |
| But don't | try to tell him cos he | won't believe you |
| Ebm | B | Bbm | C# | |
| Throw some bread to the d | ucks instead, it's | easier that w | ay |
| B | Ebm | Bbm | G#m | |
| I feel like an | alien, a st | ranger in an | alien place |
| Ebm | B | Bbm | C# | |
| The trees and I are sh | aken by, the | same winds but where | as |
| B | Ebm | |
| The tr | ees will lose their wit | hered leaves |
| Bbm | G#m | |
| I | just can't seem to let | them loose |
| Ebm | B | Bbm | C# | |
| And they can't refr | esh me, those | hot winds of the s | outh |
| B | Ebm | Bbm | G#m | |
| I feel like an | alien, a st | ranger in an | alien place |
| Ebm | B | Bbm | C# | B | Ebm | Bbm | G#m | |
| ( | ) Rpt and fade |
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| Written by: Mick Anderson micka@jolt.mpx.com.au |
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