| D | A | |
| On | this day we were | miles away |
| G | D | A | |
| We saw a | clock up | in the | sky |
| D | A | |
| The | hands lay on the | show to pay |
| G | D | A | |
| Number | fallen | on its | side |
| G | A | |
| This day |
| G | A | |
| This day |
| D | A | |
| Just | one note that was | all she wrote |
| G | D | A | |
| And the | sound blew | down the | walls |
| D | A | |
| The | one boat that was | set to float |
| G | D | A | |
| Took a | trip right | down the | falls |
| This day, this day |
| This day you were miles away |
| This day |
| D | A | |
| In | two ways we could | cut the haze |
| G | D | A | |
| And we | never | used a | knife |
| D | A | |
| In | those days there was | zero waste |
| G | D | A | |
| Now a | waste of | time is | life |
| G | A | |
| This day |
| G | A | |
| This day |
| D | A | G | A | |
| This day, | this day |
| D | A | G | A | |
| This day, | this day |
| D |