Tabbed By: Belavista Man On: 19/12/07 Edited On: 16/06/10 E-mail: anthonybentley@hotmail.co.uk [ch]A[/ch] [ch]A6[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]C#m7[/ch] If I grow older with nothing of my own [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] Will you still be there to welcome me home? [ch]A[/ch] [ch]A6[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]C#m7[/ch] No-one's perfect and I know I'm accused [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] But baby, let's face it, we've all been used [ch]C#m[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] And now the day-light's faded from our empty home [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] Clean plates on the table; no reply on the phone [ch]C#m[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] What have we become? Ghosts of ourselves [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] Beer bottles mark their places on the shelves [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] In these four walls [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] In these four walls Senseless evenings, silent nights A lifetime of wondering if the feeling's right A family portrait's never quite what it seems Why can't I be like the guys on the TV? We tried to work it out, but it was no use You just looked for reasons to shout abuse Now the morning is here, darling it's clear I know the you don't want me here In these four walls In these four walls Oh, these four walls These four walls... I might write another verse or a solo or something to extend the length, but I havn't yet. Tell me what you think :)