D  A       Bm     F#m      G          D       G            A
Of all the stupid things I could have thought this was the worst
D A       Bm   F#m        G     D       G     A
I started to believe that I was born at seventeen
D   A       Bm     F#m         G       D       G      A
And all the stupid things, the letters and the broken verse
D      A      Bm     F#m    G      D              G      A
Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer, they'd always been
D   A     Bm             F#m      G        D         G      A
And now I plough through files of bills receipts and credit cards
     D      A       Bm   F#m       G        D      G          A
and tickets and the daily news and sometimes I just wanna go back to my

Chorus
Bm    F#m            G                       D   A
Home Town, though I know it'll never be the same
           Bm   F#m               G
Back to my home town, 'cause it's been so long,
        A                       Eadd9*          [*E with pinky on 2nd fret of high e]
and I'm wondering if it's still there.


D  A           Bm     F#m       G     D       G      A
We think we're pretty smart, us city slickers get around
D  A          Bm     F#m      G          D       G    A
And when the going's rough we kill the pain and relocate
D    A     Bm        F#m   G          D    G   A
We're never married, never faithful not to any town
D      A     Bm       F#m    G      D       G     A
But we never leave the past behind we just accumulate
   D         A        Bm    F#m      G      D      G       A
So sometimes when the music stops I seem to hear a distant sound
   D         A         Bm       F#m        G              D  G            A
Of waves and seagulls, football crowds and churchbells and I want to go back to my