Intro Bbm

Bbm
I'm tired of saying
       Ab
That I won't get lost ever again
         F#         Bbm
Who knows, maybe I will

And everywhere I go

There I'll be
       Ab
With a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves
     F#              Bbm
Oh my, truly daunting

       F#
But my blue eyes
        Bbm
Cannot see
           F#                    Bbm
That their real hue is probably green
              F#               Ab
I should keep records of these things
         F#        Ab         Bbm
And I'll know what yesterdays bring


I'm , I'm not really sure
        Ab                         
But I'm starting to think that I've been here before
    F#
Who knows
        Bbm
Maybe I have

And everywhere I went
                   Ab
There I was with a choir of bees

They were all a buzz
F#         Bbm
Oh my, how amusing


But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring


But...
Bbm                      Ab
One time, there was this one time
             F#                Bbm
When I swore God, she spoke to me
        Bbm                 Ab
And she told me, oh yes she told me
           F#                   Bbm
Of all the wonder that she could bring

And I said,
Bb ,                          Ab                            F#            
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, won't you fill me up with it,

Won't you fill me
Bbm                          Ab                                F#
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why don't you fill me up with it,

Why don't you fill me
Bbm                          Ab                               F#
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it,
                     Bbm Ab F# Bbm
Why don't you fill me


But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I am always here with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring