INTRO - 
                    

I bought the paper yesterday 
               
And I saw the obituary 
                             
And I read of how you died in pain 
                        
Well I just couldn´t understand it 
                
If I could of changed that 
                
The Lord knows I´d do it now 
                        
But there is no going back 
                        Gmaj7     
And what´s done is done forever 
Cmaj7      
But you were always chained 
        
And shackled by the dirt 
F#m7b5 
Of every small town institution 
       
And every big town flirt 



Same pattern as first time round but with lyrics below 

       
And I think of what you might have been 

man of such great promise 

Oh but, you seem to forget the dream 
         
And the more you saw you hated 
     
But let´s not talk of blame 
      
For what is only natural 
       
Like a moth going to a flame 
     
You had a dangerous passion 
     
But you were always chained 
       
And shackled by the dirt 

Of every small town institution 
       
And every big town flirt 

             
All the things that you might have been 
              
But who am I to say? 
         
Still I wonder 
                                    
If it´s in the cold earth you prefer to lay 
          
Oh, If it´s in the cold earth 
            
You prefer to stay