Tuning: G C E A (G C E A) Intro: C#m7 E B A 2x Verse 1: C#m7 The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form E Adorned with patches of places you’ve been B Is nothing on my khaki coat that I got A From a roadside when I was sixteen C#m7 My boots are from airports
My backpack's from friends E I'm not a man of substance and so I’ll pretend B To be a wanderer, wandering A Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins Verse 2: (C#m7 E B A) (Cut that bit out *laughs*) C#m7 The roads are my home as horizon's my target E If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it B Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it A Burn out, don't fight it and try to move on C#m7 It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna E A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face B I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready E And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead Verse 3: C#m7 The distance is futile A5 Come on, don't be hasty B6 C#m7 You’ll get that feeling deep inside your bones C#m7 A7 B I’ll be gone then when you must be alone C#m7 E B A