verse 1 

Dm7                       Cmaj7 
I brought you some francs from my travelling chest 

Dm7                       Cmaj7 
You'll spare me the thanks 'til you know I'm the best 

Dm7              Cmaj7 
So come Hogmonay when love comes in slurs 

Dm7                  G                      E7 
Resolutions I'll make and you can label them 'Hers' 

   F                           Am 
We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky, 

   F  
We clicked our heels and spat and swore 

    D7         F#dim 
We'd never let it die 


Chorus 

C           E7 
All those boy wonders 

Fmaj7                   C  
Sold their medals when they saw this train 

             E7  
Now this boy wonders 

Fmaj7                     C  
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain 

             E7       Fmaj7                   C  
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate 

               E7  
Now this boy wonders 

Fmaj7                   G     
Why the words were never worth the wait 

       F    E   F#dim   E7  
I'm wait-ing, wai-----ting. 

F  
In pastel paper pink over grey 


We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away 

                                     G 
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose. 


verse 2 

Dm7                       Cmaj7 
Dry your tears, tie your tongue 

Dm7                       Cmaj7 
And you're never sixteen 

Dm7        G           E7 
And I'll give you a glimpse 


   F                 Am 
Of the hard and the clean 

   F  
And my travelling chest will be open to you 

   D7         F#dim 
And boy will you learn that you haven't a clue 


Bridge 

A               Db7         F#m               A  
I even asked my best friend but he could not explain 
                
                Db7 
It hit me when I left him 

 F#m            Db7  
I felt the rain and called it genius, 

F#dim  
Called it genius. 


Chorus 

C           E7 
All those boy wonders 

Fmaj7                   C  
Sold their medals when they saw this train 

             E7  
Now this boy wonders 

Fmaj7                     C  
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain 

             E7       Fmaj7                   C  
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate 

               E7  
Now this boy wonders 

Fmaj7                   G     
Why the words were never worth the wait 

       F    E   F#dim   E7  
I'm wait-ing, wai-----ting. 

F  
In pastel paper pink over grey 


We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away 

                                     G 
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.