| D | |
| Come alo | ng with me |
| G | |
| the day c | an breathe once more, |
| D | G | |
| to | hear the sound of clo | sing doors. |
| F | G | D | |
| The night | has opened up its eyes t | o see day |
| Dmaj7 | Em7 | |
| A thous | and moving just as o | ne |
| G/A | |
| A fe | eling that's so certain, |
| Dmaj7 | Em7 | |
| that | when this day is d | one, |
| G/A | A7 | |
| the | paper l | ads will... |
| D | G | |
| C | ome with the dawn casting l | ight on the play, |
| A | G | |
| Ac | ting it out in our own speci | al way |
| D | G | |
| Mak | ing our entrance and re | ading the lines, |
| A | G | D | G | |
| The st | ory of people who l | ive by the Tyne. |
| A | G | D | G | A | G |
| D | |
| Back home | once again, |
| G | D | |
| The streets | that seemed so lo | ng |
| G | |
| They're waking now. Your job | is done. |
| F | G | D | |
| See p | eople run to catch the w | heels of their li | ves |
| Dmaj7 | Emaj7 | |
| Th | e city's reading every l | ine |
| G/A | Dmaj7 | |
| But wh | ile it sleeps you're wo | rking |
| Em7 | |
| in a world that's just your o | wn, |
| G/A | A7 | |
| For p | aper l | ads |
| D | G | |
| Alo | ne in the dawn going r | ound every day, |
| A | G | |
| S | eeing your home turn in differ | ent ways |
| D | G | |
| Carry | the news, solving p | roblems you find |
| A | G | D | G | |
| tho | ugh young, who knows what goes o | n in your mind. |
| A | G | D | G | A | G |