Verse 1
G 
    I'm looking in   my little black book 
Em                  D# 
    to see if I was right or rongwrong 
G 
    Between the lines on the tattered pages 
Em                       D# 
    my spidery writing inclines 
 
G                     C 
    I'm old before my time 
G                             D 
    I feel that I'm growing   out of this world... 
G 
    And with the world at my ears 
                             Cm 
I guess it's true there's no tears 
   C 
no tears     When things get bad 
                  Fm        F 
I can always turn in   to a cloud 
                    A#m     A# 
and I'll drift back home 
                 D#m       D# 
if the wind will blow   me there 
 
Instrumental
G       Em D# 
G       Em D# 
 
Verse 2
G                     C 
    I'm old before my time 
G                             D 
    I feel that I'm growing   out of this world... 
G 
    And with the world at my ears 
                             Cm 
I guess it's true there's no tears 
   C 
no tears     When things get bad 
                  Fm        F 
I can always turn in   to a cloud 
                    A#m     A# 
and I'll drift back home 
                 D#m       D# 
if the wind will blow   me there