A                 E   D                   E
In my younger days, when I felt older then
A                    E    D                        E
I tried to talk to you, baby let somethin' warmer in
A                    E    D                          E   
The games were different, I didn't quite know the rules
F#m                              E
It could have been something I said
E                  A
Bah ba-da ba-da ba-da


A               E     D                       E
I remember one day, bikin' round the parkin' lot
A                  E    D                               E
Wearin' my dad's haircut and feeling like I played the part
A                  E    D                     E
My brother and sister, they would make me conversate
F#m                                 E
With the passerby who would wonder why


            A    E
The days go so long
            A    E
The days go so long,
            A    E
The days go so long,


And I think,

A                          D           E
Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?
A                     D        E
Wondering how to get home at night
A                          D            E
Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?

Tonight

A E  D E x2

A                 E      D               E
Climbin' my staircase, trying to get outside
A                E     D                       E
I reach the rooftop, always the best place to hide
A                  E     D                        E
My brother and sister, they would get kicks for days
F#m                                E
Hearin' what the strangers had to say


             D       E          A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long
             D       E          A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long,
             D       E          A
The days go soooooooooooooooo long,
D            E      A
The days go on so long