Bm  /  C#7  /  Bm  /  Em7  /

		     B        E
		No cloud, a sleepy calm
		 A                     F#m              G#m       B
		Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
		F#m             B          Bm               C#7
		With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
		Bm              Em7
		Nothing must be done
		 B            E
		Silent, as a day can be
		 A                F#m        G#m          B
		Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
		F#m      B              Bm                    C#7
		As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
		Bm               Em7
		Even if they're dull
		      D                     Am           D             Am
		It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
		D              Am                    D         Am
		As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere

		C  /  Bb  /  F  /  Bb  /  D7  /  B  /  F#  /

		     Ebm              B            Bbm                 C#
		The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
		      B                      Ebm
		The trees will lose their withered leaves
		  Bbm                    G#m
		I just can't seem to let them loose
		Ebm                B             Bbm               C#
		And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
		B                 C#          B           C#
		Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
		B                 E          A              F#m
		Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
		            G#m         B  F#m                  B
		A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
		        Bm         C#7                  Bm                Em7
		Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste
		   D                     Am           D            Am
		Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return
		 D            Am                      D                 Am
		Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own

		C  /  Bb  /  F  /  Bb  /  D7  /  B  /  F#  /

		Ebm         B              Bbm              C#
		Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
		B                 Ebm
		Into a dried up river bed
		B         Bbm                    G#m
		But don't try to tell him cos he won't believe you
		Ebm                      B                  Bbm          C#
		Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way
		B              Ebm        Bbm          G#m
		I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
		Ebm                   B            Bbm                 C#
		The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
		      B                      Ebm
		The trees will lose their withered leaves
		  Bbm                    G#m
		I just can't seem to let them loose
		Ebm                B             Bbm               C#
		And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
		B              Ebm        Bbm          G#m
		I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

		 Ebm  /  B  /  Bbm  /  C#  /  B  /  Ebm  /  Bbm  /  G#m  /
		(                                                         ) Rpt and fade