Standard (EADGBE)

Otherwise, open chords are fine.

 intro

confetti floats away like dead leaves in the wagon's wake

 there were parties here in my honor til you sent me away

 and now silver moons belong to you

i'm passing the baton from the old mare to the fawn

 it was out of line but it was fun, didn't you love the part right before the dawn?

 and now silver moons belong to you

 i'm off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways

 tell the new kids where i hid the wine, tell their fathers that i'm on my way singing

Hey Hey

maybe these days are over, over now

maybe these days are over, over now

and i loved it better than anyone else you know

 and i believe in growing old with grace, i believe she only loved my face

 i believe i acted like a child, making faces at acquired tastes

 and now silver moons belong to you

 and silver moons belong to you

i'm off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways

 tell the new kids where i hid the wine, tell their fathers that i'm on my way singing

Hey Hey

maybe these days are over, over now

maybe these days are over, over now

 and i believe in growing old with grace, i believe she only loved my face

 and i think maybe these days are over, over now

gone are the days bonfires make me think of you

looks like the prophecy came true

you are a fallen tree, he is a fallen tree

how old are you, no, how old are you?

under all the folds of your dresses that you wear

 there's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square

over are the days that the compass made your hair

 sway around to the cadence of your hey ho hey ho cheer

under all the folds of the dresses that you wear

sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there