[INTRO:] C F Dm7 C F Dm G [VERSE 1:]C F Each Sunday morning's the same as the one beforeDm C That's something that means more and moreG F C To me, as the years turn into ritualsG F C F Dm G To me - I like the peace, the peace that at home can bring [VERSE 2:]C F The grey skies of London could tell a tale or twoDm C And maybe some are trueG F C While some are fables from forgotten timesG F C ~ ~ Am While some - are dreams snatched from thin air [BRIDGE:]G Am What are these stories?G Am But travellers talesG F While the household lies sleepingAm I'll set my sailsG Am Tales of adventureD F Fortune and fameC G Heartache and romance Of pride and of shame [VERSE 3:]C F Time waits for no man, no man can turn back timeDm C I'm guilty of the crime of tryingG F C To hold onto days so long gone nowG F C To hold - onto love that has now flown [OUTRO:] C F Dm C F Dm C F Dm C F DmC F Each Sunday morning's the same as the one before
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