I'm really unsure about the end, so If someone is willing to help me (cus I'm kinda sure it should be something more than F#m until it ends with an E, it doesn't sound complete). But the rest should be fine, it at least sounds alright when I play it. Enjoy! D Bm G Gm/Bb He spends his time, or maybe half of his time, or part of the time wandering D/A Bm Em 'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes D Bm G Gm/Bb with a tear in his eye, as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song D/A Bm Em F#m Fm then stops, to paint a picture of a frown, walking around Em Cm Gm F#m Fm x2 And the fast guitar that's right after that part goes like this: e|-------------------------| B|-5--5--4--4--3--3--2--2--| G|-------------------------| D|-------------------------| A|-------------------------| E|-------------------------| x2 D Bm G Gm/Bb Dan Treacy's smile, leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime? D/A Bm Em no rest for the mind, that's seen it all before D Bm G Gm/Bb and I don't know where he lives, but he's a myth of a man, and Texas Bob the cameraman D/A Bm Em F#m Fm is off to fix his sit before the show, yeah but where did he go? Em Cm Gm F#m Fm x2 C#m A to know when your time's up B E Abm Bm you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening A Am oh oh oh oh oh C#m A in the back of the station B E Abm Bm fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering A F# well he speaks his mind, he says "what is crime?" F#m F#m6 Dan Treacy's eyes D Bm G In the middle of the park, when the underground is dark Gm/Bb he's a poet he's a lark D Bm Em he starts thinking about a place that no one knows D Bm G and when the creeks run dry, he stays frozen in time Gm/Bb strange lights in the sky D/A Bm Em start blinking, I can see the car outside but he's listening Abm Bm oh oh oh oh, he's listening, oh oh oh, he's listening, ah ah ah A Am when he's making up his mind C#m A B E Abm Bm A Am He made his mind up, to get things done and overcome C#m A B E Abm Bm A Am He made his mind up, yeah he's gonna let it go C#m A B E Abm Bm A Am he made his mind up, in the park and at the station C#m A B E Abm Bm A Am he made his mind up, yeah, he's gonna get it done C#m A B E Abm Bm A Am he made his mind up, ooh yeah he's gonna get it done C#m A B E Abm Bm he made his mind up A B yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh C#m B no matter the time, oh oh C#m B when the creeps run by, oh no C#m B he's making his mind up, oh oh oh oh F#m B yeah he's gonna get it done whoa F#m B oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh F#m B yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul, F#m F#m yeah, when the creeps walk by and say, "come here boy, look me in the eye" F#m6 E bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy