Words and music by Richard Homer
4/4, 103 / 110 bpm
E G E G, E, G, E, 1 beat each
I gaze at the ten am / unmoving / air,
E G E G, E, G, E
the piano, a rough and raw / riff or / two,
G GI7 G GI7, G, GI7, GI7
trying to get yet another / morning / through
G GI7 G GI7, G, GI7, G
to a place where warm colours / once / grew,
E Am F E, Am
me / here, / in the / empty / air
I gaze at the one pm / unmoving / air,
pour out a mug of / Jasmine / tea,
the overbearing boredom is / getting to / me,
the wet coat of high gloss // monotony,
me / here, / in the / empty / air.
I gaze at the four pm / unmoving / air,
then try to get my thinking / into / gear,
with no one else to / talk to / here,
looking with pleasure to my / evening / beer,
me / here, / in the / empty / air.
I gaze at the sunset / unmoving / air,
the garden going an / orange / hue,
the bird choir stop, / as if on / cue,
the tree, hedge, grass go / quiet, / too.
me / here, / in the / empty / air.
Am GI7 C
Me now, I’m / out of / here
G F E
gazing at the / unmoving / air
Am GI7 C
the soft lamp table, / ice cold / beer
G F E
the piano keyboard, / alone and / bare
EE/AmAm/FF/EE/Am
Me now, I’m / out of / here
gazing at that / other / time
the empty car, / the farewell / tear
a breaking / rhythm, a tiring / rhyme
Me now, I’m / out of / here
gazing at your / face / again
backpack, handphone / passport / near
the runway lights, the / goodbye / rain
