Tom: F#m Em meio ao som de muitos objetos e loucuras usadas nas músicas pelo Pink Floyd faz se um arranjo na introdução baseada nos acordes abaixo (a intro é tipo dedilhada....dica o use as cordas mais graves ou "os baixos") Intro: Em F#m Em F#m Em F#m Em F#m Em F#m A Em F#m F#m A Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day E F#m You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. A Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town E F#m Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. D7M A7M Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. D7M A7m You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. D7M C#m7 And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. Bm7 E No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. SOLO: F#m A E F#m A E F#m A E F#m A E D7M A7M D7M A7M D7M C#m7 Bm7 E F#m A So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking E F#m Racing around to come up behind you again. A The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, E F#m Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. D7M A7M Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. D7M A7M Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines D7M C#m7 Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way Bm7 The time is gone, the song is over, F/B Thought I'd something more to say. (E A) E A Home, home again. E A I like to be here when I can. E A When I come home cold and tired E A It's good to warm my bones beside the fire. C Far away across the field Bm The tolling of the iron bell Am Calls the faithful to their knees G F B/F# To hear the softly spoken magic spells.