Intro C G

Oh, is C this the way they say the future’s meant to feel?
Or just G 20,000 people standing in a field?
And I C don’t quite understand just what this feeling is
But that’s G OK, ‘cos we’re all sorted out for E’s and wizz
And C tell me when the spaceship lands
’Cos all this has just got to mean some-G thing, ing

Oh… Dm In the middle of the night F
It feels al-G right, but then to-Bb morrow morning
Am Oooh
Am Oooh, then you come Bbmaj7 down G G

Oh yeah, the C pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the G tickets from some fucked-up bloke in Camden Town
Oh, and C no-one seems to know exactly where it is
But that’s G OK, ‘cos we’re all sorted out for E’s and wizz
At C 4 o’clock the normal world
seems very very very far a-G way, ay

Alright… Dm In the middle of the night F
It feels al-G right, but then to-Bb morrow morning
Am Oooh
Am Oooh, then you come Bbmaj7 down G G

Just keep on C moving G
C Everybody asks your name, they say we’re all the same
And now it’s G nice one geezer and that’s as far as the conversation went
I C lost my friends and danced alone, it’s 6 o’clock, I wanna go home
G But it’s no way, not today, makes you wonder what it meant, and, uh…

C And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows
And you G want to call your mother and say:
Mother, I can never come home again
C Cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain
Somewhere, G somewhere in a field in Hampshire, alright

Dm In the middle of the night F
It feels al-G right, but then to-Bb morrow morning
Am Oooh
Am Oooh, then you come Bbmaj7 down
Am Oooh
Am Oooh, then you come Bbmaj7 down
Am Oooh, what if you never come Bbmaj7 down?