Chords for Pink Floyd - Time (Loren cover)
Tempo:
91.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
F#m
E
D
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [A]
[E]
[F#] [F#m] Freaking away, moments that make [A] up a dull day.
[E] Gritter and waste, the hours, in an often [F#m] way.
Peeking around, not a piece of the ground [A] in your hometown.
[E] Waiting for someone or something to show [F#m] you the way.
[D] Tired of lying in the sunshine, [A] staying home to watch the rain.
[D] And you are young and life is [A] long, and there is time to kill today.
[D] And then one day you'll [G#m] find, ten years have got [Bm] behind you.
No one told you when to rise, [E] you missed the starting [F#m] gun.
[A] [E]
[F#m]
[F#] Running your [F#m] ride to catch up with the sun, [A] but it's sinking.
[E] Racing around, coming behind you [F#m] again.
Sun is the same in a relative way, but you're [A] older.
[E] Shorter of breath, one day closer [F#m] to death.
[D] Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.
[D] Plans that either come to naught, [A] or half a page of scribble [D] lines.
Hanging on in quiet [G#m] desperation is the English way.
[Bm] The time is gone, the song is over, [D] but I've got something [F] more to [Em] say.
[A]
[Em] [A]
[Em] Home, [A] home again.
[Em] I like to be here [A] when I can.
[Em] When I come home cold [A] and tired.
[Em] It's good to warm my bones [A] beside the fire.
[C] Far away across the [Bm] fields, you're tolling on the iron bell.
[A] [F] Colts are faithful to their knees, [G] to hear the [F] softly spoken [F#m] word. Jakesboro.
[N]
[E]
[F#] [F#m] Freaking away, moments that make [A] up a dull day.
[E] Gritter and waste, the hours, in an often [F#m] way.
Peeking around, not a piece of the ground [A] in your hometown.
[E] Waiting for someone or something to show [F#m] you the way.
[D] Tired of lying in the sunshine, [A] staying home to watch the rain.
[D] And you are young and life is [A] long, and there is time to kill today.
[D] And then one day you'll [G#m] find, ten years have got [Bm] behind you.
No one told you when to rise, [E] you missed the starting [F#m] gun.
[A] [E]
[F#m]
[F#] Running your [F#m] ride to catch up with the sun, [A] but it's sinking.
[E] Racing around, coming behind you [F#m] again.
Sun is the same in a relative way, but you're [A] older.
[E] Shorter of breath, one day closer [F#m] to death.
[D] Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.
[D] Plans that either come to naught, [A] or half a page of scribble [D] lines.
Hanging on in quiet [G#m] desperation is the English way.
[Bm] The time is gone, the song is over, [D] but I've got something [F] more to [Em] say.
[A]
[Em] [A]
[Em] Home, [A] home again.
[Em] I like to be here [A] when I can.
[Em] When I come home cold [A] and tired.
[Em] It's good to warm my bones [A] beside the fire.
[C] Far away across the [Bm] fields, you're tolling on the iron bell.
[A] [F] Colts are faithful to their knees, [G] to hear the [F] softly spoken [F#m] word. Jakesboro.
[N]
Key:
A
F#m
E
D
Em
A
F#m
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ Freaking away, moments that make [A] up a dull day. _ _
[E] Gritter and waste, the hours, in an often [F#m] way.
_ _ _ Peeking around, not a piece of the ground [A] in your hometown.
_ _ _ [E] Waiting for someone or something to show [F#m] you the way. _ _ _
[D] Tired of lying in the sunshine, [A] staying home to watch the rain.
[D] And you are young and life is [A] long, and there is time to kill today.
[D] _ And then one day you'll [G#m] find, ten years have got [Bm] behind you.
No one told you when to rise, [E] you missed the starting [F#m] gun. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] Running your [F#m] ride to catch up with the sun, [A] but it's sinking. _
_ _ [E] Racing around, coming behind you [F#m] again.
_ _ _ Sun is the same in a relative way, but you're [A] older. _ _ _
[E] Shorter of breath, one day closer [F#m] to death. _
_ _ [D] Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.
[D] Plans that either come to naught, [A] or half a page of scribble [D] lines.
Hanging on in quiet [G#m] desperation is the English way.
[Bm] The time is gone, the song is over, [D] but I've got something [F] more to [Em] say. _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ Home, [A] home again.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ I like to be here [A] when I can. _ _ _
[Em] _ _ When I come home cold [A] and tired.
_ _ [Em] It's good to warm my bones [A] beside the fire.
_ _ _ [C] Far away across the [Bm] fields, you're tolling on the iron bell.
[A] _ [F] Colts are faithful to their knees, [G] to hear the [F] softly spoken [F#m] word. Jakesboro. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ Freaking away, moments that make [A] up a dull day. _ _
[E] Gritter and waste, the hours, in an often [F#m] way.
_ _ _ Peeking around, not a piece of the ground [A] in your hometown.
_ _ _ [E] Waiting for someone or something to show [F#m] you the way. _ _ _
[D] Tired of lying in the sunshine, [A] staying home to watch the rain.
[D] And you are young and life is [A] long, and there is time to kill today.
[D] _ And then one day you'll [G#m] find, ten years have got [Bm] behind you.
No one told you when to rise, [E] you missed the starting [F#m] gun. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] Running your [F#m] ride to catch up with the sun, [A] but it's sinking. _
_ _ [E] Racing around, coming behind you [F#m] again.
_ _ _ Sun is the same in a relative way, but you're [A] older. _ _ _
[E] Shorter of breath, one day closer [F#m] to death. _
_ _ [D] Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.
[D] Plans that either come to naught, [A] or half a page of scribble [D] lines.
Hanging on in quiet [G#m] desperation is the English way.
[Bm] The time is gone, the song is over, [D] but I've got something [F] more to [Em] say. _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ Home, [A] home again.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ I like to be here [A] when I can. _ _ _
[Em] _ _ When I come home cold [A] and tired.
_ _ [Em] It's good to warm my bones [A] beside the fire.
_ _ _ [C] Far away across the [Bm] fields, you're tolling on the iron bell.
[A] _ [F] Colts are faithful to their knees, [G] to hear the [F] softly spoken [F#m] word. Jakesboro. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _