| A | |
| Almost out of adolescence |
| D | A | |
| And | into a world we didn't kn | ow |
| Not necessary love |
| D | A | E | |
| But in tr | ouble with a f | ire down | below |
| A | |
| Looking b | ack for a feelin' |
| D | A | |
| It's just s | omething far away and long ag | o |
| D | A | E | |
| I can st | ill rec | all the n | ame |
| A | |
| But she's really someone i don't even kn | ow |
| Chorus: |
| A | D | |
| But she was r | ight for the time |
| A | D | A | E | |
| She was r | ight f | or the t | ime |
| A | |
| But time has a way of moving | on |
| Verse 2: |
| A | |
| I do recall a gypsy lady |
| D | A | |
| And a y | ounger man in over his | head |
| I was her believer |
| D | A | E | |
| Taken | in by every l | oving word | she said |
| A | |
| It was th | ere for the first time |
| D | A | |
| The sw | eet and the bitter taste of l | ove |
| D | A | E | |
| When you're y | oung | and al | ive |
| A | |
| Too much never seems to be en | ough |
| Verse 3: (a tone higher) |
| B | |
| It seems the young and the innocent |
| E | B | |
| Are dr | awn like a moth to a fl | ame |
| To the wild and the reckless |
| E | B | F# | |
| Belie | ving they are | one in the | same |
| B | |
| She n | ever found a way |
| E | B | |
| To sep | arate the good from the b | ad |
| E | B | F# | |
| And she n | ever u | nderst | ood |
| B | |
| That love was all we ever really h | ad |
| Verse bis: |
| B | E | |
| She was r | ight for the time |
| B | |
| But time has a way of moving | on |
| F# | |
| With her eyes on tomor | row |
| B | |
| One day she turned around and i was g | one |
| E | |
| I'd have to s | ay in a way |
| B | |
| She just might be better off al | one |
| E | B | F# | |
| She was r | ight f | or the t | ime |
| B | |
| But time has a way of moving | on |
| Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr |
| http://soleil.univ-mlv.fr/~perret/country.html |