verse 1 

D   
   There was a wayward lad, stepped out one morning 
D   
   The ground to be his bed, the sky his awning 

verse 2 
D               G 
  Neon, neon, neon 
       A                               D 
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field 
                                   G 
Cows surround so you lean on, lean on 
   A                              D 
So much your hugs become hold ons 


[Refrão]
 
D  Dsus2       D5 
Oh these three worn words 
                     Em 
Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper 
                 A        A/G           F#m 
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona 
N.C.                          D            D/C#         D/B        D/A       G         F#m       Em 
I just want to love you in my own language 

Instrumental:     D            D/C#         D/B        D/A       G         F#m       Em 

verse 3 
F#m           E                 D 
    Well that smell of sex, good like burning wood 
Bm              A       D 
    The wayward lad lay claim 
F#m        E                  D 
    To two thirsty girls from Hornsea 
Bm             A                 D 
    Who left a note when morning came 

Bridge 
F#m                      E        D 
Girls from the pool say 'hi' (hi) 
    Bm             A                 D 
The road erodes at five feet per year along England's east coastline 
F#m                 E     D 
Was this your first time? 
Bm             A                D 
Love is just a button we pressed last night by the campfire 


[Refrão]
 
D  Dsus2       D5 
Oh these three worn words 
                     Em 
Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper 
                 A        A/G           F#m 
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona 
                          D            D/C#         D/B        D/A       G         F#m       Em 
I just want to love you in my own language