[A]You, you[D] never looked so[E] good
Sipping [A]life dow[D]n like I wish I [E]could
But these [A]sober tears ar[D]e all that's left to [E]shed
Sandy's [D]soul, now made of [E]bread
Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
Tales of the future already in the past
And of himself, well he hasn't much to say
But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day
[A]He said,[E] I left [D]my home where the dead never ros[E]e
[A]But the streets of [E]gold I've yet to [D]find
[A]And at t[E]he end of the da[D]y all you can do is pray[E]
[A]Without [E]hope well you might as well be b[D]lind, yeah be bl[E]ind
[E]Tomorrow comes a day too soon[A][D][E]
[E]Tomorrow comes a day too soon[A][D][E]
Angel, sweet angel of my youth
Where have you gone? You flew away too soon
This brick I built now builds a higher wall
See it crumble, hear me fall
There hangs the fool, who once had it all
Chorus
And though the [D]road has yet to [E]rise
On these hun[A]dred years that passed me [D]by
And the bl[D]ood with the river [E]flows
Through the c[A]rimson field never [D]sung
And no n[E]ever sung
Chorus
Ahh well y[A]ou, you [D]never looked so [E]good
Sipping [A]life dow[D]n like I wish I [E]could
But these [A]sober tears ar[D]e all that's left to [E]shed
Sandy's [D]soul, now made of [E]bread
Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
Tales of the future already in the past
And of himself, well he hasn't much to say
But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day
[A]He said,[E] I left [D]my home where the dead never ros[E]e
[A]But the streets of [E]gold I've yet to [D]find
[A]And at t[E]he end of the da[D]y all you can do is pray[E]
[A]Without [E]hope well you might as well be b[D]lind, yeah be bl[E]ind
[E]Tomorrow comes a day too soon[A][D][E]
[E]Tomorrow comes a day too soon[A][D][E]
Angel, sweet angel of my youth
Where have you gone? You flew away too soon
This brick I built now builds a higher wall
See it crumble, hear me fall
There hangs the fool, who once had it all
Chorus
And though the [D]road has yet to [E]rise
On these hun[A]dred years that passed me [D]by
And the bl[D]ood with the river [E]flows
Through the c[A]rimson field never [D]sung
And no n[E]ever sung
Chorus
Ahh well y[A]ou, you [D]never looked so [E]good