Verse:
F G
Under dormant trees, under bright-lit skies
F G
Mountains of maple leaves standing side by side
F G
The phone lines, the street lights led me to you
F G
And if you just sit tight, I'll be there soon
G F
All those wasted miles
G F
All those aimless drives through green aisles
G F
Our careless life style
C G F
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