Em in the chorus is 022010 I believe. The C’s that pop up are either 032033 or a
variation I haven’t quite figured.

Tabbed from a fairly bad quality youtube video. Corrections will be needed, it
might not even be in album tuning.

Capo 2 for album version.

’You’, another tired second-person address,
Words written hastily and under duress
Im cold and holed up in the back of the van,
devoid of eloquence or elegant plan
And Im paranoid, and I can’t help but think,
That somewhere someone is listening in
But all the words that I kept in my pockets,
jotted down on supermarket receipts,
C C C C Em
At base turned out to be solid masonry
And Im scared of the kids who come to our shows,
And scared of the words that they seem to know,
Because in truth all my high ideals are in ruins,
in truth I don’t really know what Im doing
Am C
Growing out of these clothes turned out to mean losing certainty

So sing, ‘your’ voices level the land,

My Jericho,

My rock and sure foundation!

G C Em C G
Every love that made me lose my reasoning,
C Em C G
Every line that made my conscience ache,
C Em G G C
Every day spent counting hours well, none of them come close
To singing back a song inside my head
I always had a song inside my head

And yes, there are times when I am tired and stressed,

When I am hasty and Im under duress

Im a narcissist and Im not at my best I have to say Im not impressed

Of all the things that I believed in my teens, Im left with unread books and badly made zines

Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet

Bring a spring to my step

I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans,

And I remember safe-as-houses self-belief

So sing ‘your’ voices are sure destruction,

My rock and sure foundation

And every line that made me lose my reasoning,

Every chord that made my conscience ache,

Every sound a memory that’s all I ever need

I always have a song inside my head

Build Up to Bridge
And i promise not to overthrow the state
D(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
I emigrate.
Bridge

So I have sailed the seven seas alone,
Trying to find a shore I can call home.
But all i found are different flags,
Double-speaking diplomats, and
I do not have time for that.
So I’ll declare my own sovereign state, – I cant figure out the bridge (
The borders based on the
Bottoms of my boots,
And i will open embasies
Wherever the hell i please,
And at assemblies
You will see me sat
But never on my knees.

Chorus
Cos I?m a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
And i promise not to overthrow the state
D(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
I emigrate.

And I’d gladly leave your Metternich’s alone
D(slide up C shape)
As long as where
I lay my head i can be my very own.
(Repeat Intro)

I am the Winchester lineman.
Chorus
Cos I?m a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Coda
But here I will not remain-
No I’ll ride into the sunset,
Where my horse waits on the plain,
C slide to D

And I keep walking the li ——— ine.