E5 B5       E5
No  cloud, a sleepy calm ,
A5                F#5             B5
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,
             F#5          B5
And trees    with rustling leaves,
     E5           E5
Only endless days without a care,
B5              E5
Nothing must be done.
B5         E5
Silent as a day can be,
A5            F#5      B5
Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run
F#5     B5        E5
As they  do all those things
               E5
they feel give life some meaning,
B5              E5
Even if they're dull.


     D5          C5  G5
It's time to stop this dreaming,
       D5      C5  G5
must rejoin the real world
D5         C5  G5
As revealed by   orange lights
D5         C5  G5
and a smoky at - mosphere.


( C5  Bb5  F5  Bb5  C5  D5  B5  F#5 )

    Eb5             B5
The trees and I are shaken by
    Bb5                C#5
the same wind but whereas
    B5                   Eb5
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
  Bb5                G#5
I just can't seem to let them loose.
Eb5              B5
And they can't refresh me
      Bb5              C#5
those hot winds of the south.
B5            C#5
Oh I feel like an alien,
   B5        C#5
a stranger in an alien place.


B5              E5
Now the light is fading fast,
A5        F#5             B5
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
F#5             B5   
When there'll be none,
      E5         E5
Then addicted to a perfumed poison,
B5                   E5
Betrayed by its aftertaste,


D5              C5  G5
Oh we shall lose the wonder
         D5        C5  G5
and find nothing in re - turn.
D5      C5 G5
Many are the substitutes
            D5       C5      G5
but they're powerless on their own.


( C5  Bb5  F5  Bb5  C5  D5  B5  F#5 )

Eb5        B5               Bb5             C#5
Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
B5             Eb5 
Into a dried up river bed,
          Bb5                     G#5
But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.
Eb5                     B5                   Bb5         C#5
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.


B5            Eb5
I feel like an alien,
   Bb5           G#5
a stranger in an alien place.


Eb5                 B5             Bb5             C#5
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
B5                       Eb5 
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
  Bb5                G#5
I just can't seem to let them loose.
Eb5              B5              Bb5              C#5
And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.


B5            Eb5
I feel like an alien,
   Bb5           G#5
a stranger in an alien place.


( Eb5  B5  Bb5  C#5  B5  Eb5  Bb5  G#5 ) fade