| C | G | |
| He was just a friend of mine, | I'd run into from time to time |
| Am | F | |
| Long before he moved away, | we use to share a drink of wine. |
| C | G | F | |
| Still I never | knew that he was sad that | way |
| C | F | G | F | C | G | |
| He said | the time had | come for him to | take a | holi | day |
| C | F | |
| And he says its | brilliant there, there's something | in the air, |
| C | G | |
| and sunshine | everywhere. He's on the | beach. |
| C | F | |
| I know he's | changed somehow, it's in his | postcards now |
| C | G | |
| I'm not sure | where he is, but he's out of | reach. |
| C | G | |
| When he called me up one day and | said that he was going away, |
| Am | F | |
| I thought he meant a week in France, and not | 12,000 miles in Sydney Bay. |
| C | G | F | |
| Still he had to | take his | chances. |
| C | F | G | F | C | G | |
| He said | the time had | come for him to | make a | move | away. |
| C | F | |
| And he says its | brilliant there, there's something | in the air, |
| C | G | |
| and sunshine | everywhere. He's on the | beach. |
| C | F | |
| I know he's | changed somehow, it's in his | postcards now |
| C | G | |
| He's on his o | wn again, and he's out of | reach. |
| And I don't blame him. Leaving was the best thing he could do. |
| He longed for changes, I just hope he's happy, |
| when he does the things he thinks he has to do. |
| And he tries, and tries, and tries, but he's lived at home (?) |
| I think he's trying to be someone else, and he says, he says, he says, |
| C | F | |
| it's really unfair...there's something | in the air, |
| C | G | |
| and sunshine | everywhere. He's on the | beach. |
| C | F | |
| I know he's | changed somehow, it's in his | postcards now |
| C | G | |
| He's in Austr | alia, so far out of | reach. |
| C | F | C | G | |
| And he says | it's pretty(?) there. |
| C F C G progression to end... |