(intro B E B E, B E B E)
B E B E
I could be tugging on the beard of science like a cheeky schoolboy
B E B E
But I couldn't be bothered, thats why I'm still in the box room
B E B E
Face down in the last ditch, my natural home
B E B E E B C#m A (x2)
I can do that but I don't really want to.
E B
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
C#m A
I used to think that it mattered
E B
But the low drone of the treadmill
C#m A B E B E (x2)
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.
B E B E
I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers, with a girl from Machynlleth
B E B E
But I'm down at the children's zoo, kicking off on the goats.
B E B E
Increasing doubt, decreasing hope
B E B E E B C#m A (x2)
Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind.
E B
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
C#m A
I used to think that it mattered
E B
But the low drone of the treadmill
C#m A
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.
E B
Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth
C#m A
I used to think that it mattered
E B
But the low drone of the treadmill
C#m A (B E B E rpt) C#m
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.