Words and music by Richard Homer
4/4, 93 bpm Intro Em Am E A twice
Em Am
A year, oh a year / I want to go
GI7 Am
into the rubbish tip, / not to come back;
Em Am
it’s brought me little that I / want to know
G17 Am Em F G F Em
taken me off any / beaten / track
It’s quiet now, / they are all out;
I’m on my own, / trying to write
thoughts that just come / bout after bout
nothing fits in / complete and / tight
Oh year without much, / here not much for me;
I have a song in my thought, / in my eye, my ear
here, with the monsoon wet earth, / cut back tree
I don’t know what to write, / nothing will / appear, oh, no
Ch Am Bm
Thinking here, or / trying to think
Am Bm
about why I’m teetering / near the brink
B flat A flat
of a precipice near / where I might
G F Em E
camp, let / nothingness / bite
E A
Out of nowhere, a thought of / past New Year time
G F
blurring at first, but / becoming clear
E A
a post-inn, winding, / mid-afternoon climb
G F E FGFE
through Puig Major, / with // Maria
Then, an evening where we / ate late at night
in the quiet apartment in / Alcudia
holding hands, kissing with a / gentle bite
just one man, meaning me, and one / woman, // Maria
Em
But that was many / years ago
when things were / not the same for me
I think back in time, / trying to know
why I chose /// inanity
Ch
Ending
Em Am Oh, year without much, / not much for me
Em Am year without much, / not much for me
Em Am year without much, / not much for me Am
