F# Well morning came F#7 And it dressed the sky B C# In a lovely yellow gown F# And the shops they are F#7 All opening B C# In that narrow hallway of downtown F# Filled with people who F#7 Are shopping for B C# Their lovers and their friends F# C# F# So they wonʼt ever be lonely again F# Well a forest fenced F#7 becomes backyards B C# Like songs are born from sound F# And the apple fell F#7 And it taught us all B C# We are chained here to the ground F# So here we go F#7 But there ainʼt no escape B C# Yeah, these streets theyʼre just dead ends F# C# F# So I wonʼt ever be happy again
