Sax intro Em Verse 1 Em Arlington house, address: no fixed abode C Em An old man in a three-piece suit sits in the road Am F Am F He stares across the water, he sees right through the lock Am F But on and up like outstretched hands Am F His mumbled words, his fumbled words, mock Sax Em Verse 2 Em Further down, a photo booth, a million plastic bags C Em And an old woman filling out a million baggage tags Am F Am F But when she gets thrown out, three bags at a time Am F Am She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags with F She has bags of time Middle Am9 Bm ABm Surrounded by his past, on a short white line Am9 Bm Am9Bm He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time Dm Am Dm Am Trying to remember one better day Dm F G A while ago when people stopped to hear him say C F C F Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine C F C F Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes Sax I Em Verse Em Now she has walked enough through rainy town C Em She rests her bag against his and sits down Dm Am Dm Am She's trying to remember one better day DmF G A while ago when people stopped to hear her say Chorus C F CF Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine C F C F Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes C F CF Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine C F C F Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes Eb FEb G The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose Chorus C F CF Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine C F C F Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes C F CF Walking round you sometimes hear the sunshine C F C F Beating down in time with the rhythm of your shoes Eb FEb G The feeling of arriving when you've nothing left to lose