| D | G | |
| Is it my imagination or is | it my iron pride |
| A | Bm | |
| I | wonder if it matters much if | time is on my side |
| D | G | Bm | |
| I'd rather press | on--I don't wanta rest | easy |
| A | D | G | |
| Anywhere I | stray--I will | make it a brand new | day |
| D | A | |
| Anyway that is | all I've gotta | say |
| Bm | D | |
| I'd rather be by the | seaside |
| G | D | |
| than be | playin' a one night | stand |
| Bm | D | |
| I've been | too wrapped up in | my own dreams |
| G | A | |
| I will | change things if I | can |
| D | G | Bm | |
| I gotta press | on--don't wanta rest | easy |
| A | D | |
| Wouldn't it feel | fine--to re | turn to the women and the |
| G D A A\Bm A D |
| wine and all of the sunshine that we knew |
| Intro |
| You will never know what blue is |
| until you have played the game |
| Til you see life in solitaire where no one |
| knows your name |
| I'd rather press on--I don't wanta rest easy |
| Have anyway you will--I will be with you right up |
| Until the spell is broken and all is well |
| If you'd rather be by the seashore |
| well I sure can understand |
| Are ya too wrapped up in your own scene |
| I will change things if I can |
| I'd rather press on--I don't wanta rest easy |
| Wouldn't it feel fine-- |
| but remembering the rhythm and the rhymes |
| And all of the good times makes me blue |
| Wouldn't it feel fine to return to the women and the wine |
| And all of the sunshine that we knew |