Words and music by Richard Homer
E Am 120 bpm
I woke around four to the / oncoming rain
GFE/BE
thinking of no one and / nothing / again
EFGFE / BE
just / lying / there, / half / unaware
Am E Am / F E / Am
inert / thinking / now / again / with me / here
the rain kicks in with a / vengeance now
banging on the roof, / bending of the / bough
there’s / nothing / here, except / empty / beer
inert / thinking / now / again / with me / here
the percussion of the rain, the / gamelan chime
wandering through the night, no / rhythm or / rhyme
in a / checkmate / maze / alarm clock / in a / haze
inert / thinking / now / again / with me / here
on the empty bed, with / quiet pen I write
thoughts that come to me, / throughout the long / night
wandering / here and / there, in / insipid / morning / air
inert / thinking / now / again / with me / here
Am F
I go / back in / time to / a / place far / from / here
G G7
where insects fly / and / crawl on / the / concrete to / the / rear
F C
cobweb on / my / camera, / in / empty / barren / air
G G7 C / E Am F E Am
the ill-/ fitting / window frame / is / fading-grey / and / bare
I go / back in / time to / a / place far / from / here
where insects fly / and / crawl on / the / bamboo to / the / rear
the new dusk / has / come now, / the / lights go on / and / on
I think, yet / again, where / another day / has / gone
