Intro: D A [x 2]

     D                         A
I’ll drop you a postcard, I’ll pick up my pen
D                               C#m     Bm
Miranda Street’s deserted, it’s winter again
D                            A                   G D
Give me ten minutes and I’ll paint you a picture
D                            A
Of holiday houses where the sun won’t shine
D                                   C#m       Bm
And the paint is peeling around the ‘vacancy’ sign
D                        A                     G D
Where it’s winter forever, whatever the weather
G                        D
And these are my autumn years


     D                         A
And this is the town where the girl got run down
D                               C#m                Bm
Pale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the ground
D                           A                            G  D
Her body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the road
              G                                   D
The sun goes down on the town where the sun never rose


D A D C#m Bm
D A G D

    D                        A
I’m waiting for December, I’m waiting for September
    D                            C#m  Bm
I’m waiting for the tide to come back in
D                                A               G D
Give me fifteen seconds and I’ll show you around
G                      D
Where I end is where I begin
G                 D
There’s nothing inbetween

D                     A
Kicking a stone along Miranda Street
D                         C#m  Bm
Stepping on cracks in the concrete
D
With a head full of loose change
      A
And a pocket full of ideas
G                         A               D     A D A
I could walk forever and never get out of here


D                          A
This is the town where the girl got run down
    D                          C#m          Bm
And this is the town where the postman was drowned
D                                A                  G D
And this is the town where that foundling was found
         G                      D
And the name round his neck was mine
             G           A       Bm    A
How could it ever be so cold in summertime?
        G               A          D
I’m too young to be so old in Summer Town
G      D   [x4]
Summer Town