Intro: D Bm A [x2]D Bm D Bm I walk right past his window when the light is growing dimD Bm D Bm He looks away from me and as I glance in at himD Bm D Bm He owns one bed, one bookcase and the televisionD Bm D Bm He sits and watches and I'm glad I'm not there with himA G There was a time when he was youngA G D There was a time when he had no time to regret what he'd done D Bm A [x2]D Bm There are six men on the ground floorD Bm Three stories up and there are sixteen moreD Bm And the stories they tell you think you've heard beforeD Bm But listen closely, to be sureA G There was a time when they were youngA G D There was a time when they had no time to regret what they'd doneD Bm I see him on the street in the coldD Bm D He nods as if to greet me, I feel too young, and he too old D Bm A [x2]D Bm He is a nameless face to meD Bm This is his hiding place I seeD Bm He talks to himself, I can see his breathD Bm Sixteen rooms, sixteen men off the methA G There was a time when they were youngA G D There was a time when they had no time to regret what they'd done
Scottsdale
The Lucksmiths
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