Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

Under dormant trees, under bright-lit skies

Mountains of maple leaves standing side by side

The phone lines, the street lights led me to you

And if you just sit tight, I'll be there soon

Chorus

All those wasted miles

All those aimless drives through green aisles

Our careless life style

It was not so unwise, no

I rode right past the train trestle, ancient as a stone

Blacked out on a bicycle, I made my way back home

The houses were humming all through the night

And winter was coming, but that was alright

All those wasted miles

All those aimless drives through green aisles

Our careless life style

It was not so unwise, no

The phone lines, the street lights led me to you

And if you just sit tight, I'll be there soon

All those wasted miles

All those aimless drives through green aisles

Our careless life style

It was not so unwise, no