Younger Days

(E) A E D E x4 A E D E In my younger days, when I felt older then A E D E I tried to talk to you, baby let somethin' warmer in A E D E The games were different, I didn't quite know the rules F#m E It could have been something I said E A Bah ba-da ba-da ba-da A E D E I remember one day, bikin' round the parkin' lot A E D E Wearin' my dad's haircut and feeling like I played the part A E D E My brother and sister, they would make me conversate F#m E With the passerby who would wonder why A E The days go so long A E The days go so long, A E The days go so long, And I think, A D E Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city? A D E Wondering how to get home at night A D E Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city? Tonight A E D E x2 A E D E Climbin' my staircase, trying to get outside A E D E I reach the rooftop, always the best place to hide A E D E My brother and sister, they would get kicks for days F#m E Hearin' what the strangers had to say D E A The days go soooooooooooooooo long D E A The days go soooooooooooooooo long, D E A The days go soooooooooooooooo long, D E A The days go on so long A E D E x3 F#m E