| \nb | A7 | | | A7 | | | Dm | | | Dm | \nb |
| \nb | F | | | F | | | Dm | | | (N.C.) | \nb |
| N.C. | A7 | |
| We | passed upon the | stair |
| Dm | |
| We spoke of was and when |
| A7 | |
| Although I wasn’t | there |
| F | |
| He said I was his friend |
| C | |
| Which came as some | surprise |
| A7 | |
| I spoke into his | eyes |
| Dm | |
| I thought you died a | lone |
| C | | | C | | | |
| A long long time | ago |
| C | F | ||
| Oh no | , | not me | . |
| Bbm | F | ||
| I | never | lost con | trol |
| C | F | ||
| You’re face | to face |
| Bbm | (A7) | ||
| With the | man | who sold the world |
| N.C. | A7 | ||
| I | laughed and shook his | hand |
| Dm | |
| And made my way back home |
| A7 | |
| I searched for form and | land |
| F | |
| For years and years I roamed |
| C | |
| I gazed a gazeless | stare |
| A7 | |
| At all the millions | hills |
| Dm | |
| We must have died a | lone |
| C | | | C | | | |
| A long, long time | ago |
| C | F | |||
| 𝄆 | Who knows | ? | Not me | . |
| Bbm | F | ||
| We | never | lost con | trol |
| C | F | ||
| You’re face | to face |
| Bbm | (A7) | ||
| With the | man | who sold the | world |
| \leftrepeat | A7 | | | A7 | | | Dm | | | Dm | \nb |
| \nb | F | | | F | | | Dm | | | Dm | \rightrepeat |