A                          G/A              D/A           AI think I'm going back to the things I

learnt so well in my youth 

   A                           G/A             D/A                     A

I think I'm returning to those days when I was young enough to know the truth 



          F#m                    C#m

Now there are no games - to only pass the time 

        F#m                             A             Amaj7

No more colouring books - no Christmas bells to chime 

              D/E                          A/E          D/E

But thinking young and growing older is no sin - And I can't play the game of

         Alife to win





A                           G/A               D/A             A

I can recall a time when I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend 

     A                       G/A           D/A              A

And now I think I've got - a lot more than just my toys to lend



            F#m                       C#m

Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide 

          F#m                  A           Amaj7

And every day can be my magic carpet ride 

    D/E                               A/E

And I can play hide and seek with my fears 

     D/E                                  A

And live my days instead of counting my years





Instrumental part (Roughly): A   G/A   D/A    A  -  A  G/A  D/A   A





               F#m              C#m 

Then everyone debates the true reality 

           F#m                       A             Amaj7

I'd rather see the world the way it used to be 

  D/E                             A/E      D/E               

A little bit of freedom's all we lack. So catch me if you can... 

           A

I'm going back