The Field

Am - Am7 - Am6


[Verse]

Am
Young boy, young son
Dm
The game has begun
Am                      E
Feel it the pressure is on
Am
The outcome is dear
Dm
From the adults you hear
Am       E          Am
Run, run hustle and run
Am
And if he falls
Dm
God help us all
Am                  E
The net is open and bare
Am
But we’re all just kids
Dm
Trying to belong
Am        E               Am
Out for a breath of fresh air
Dm
The field is uneven
Am
The players disheartened
Dm                           E
The ball goes right over our heads
F
Me, I’m in the background
Dm
Playing with the daisies
Am                        E
Dreaming of days spent in bed
Am
Oh we’re only kids
Dm
Walking it off
Am            E          Am
As we run run hustle and fall
Dm                              Am
Mary spends the whole ride home crying
Dm                                  E
Her hands are frozen through to the bone
F
Me, I'm in the backseat
Dm
Watching the world pass me
Am                           E
Playing with the dew and the dust
Am
Oh we’re only kids
Dm
Making a mess
Am            E          Am
As we run run hustle and fall