Written by Chris Difford/Glenn Tilbrook
Intro: G Bm G Bm G A black and white photograph Bm of me up the garden path G wrapped up in my football scarf Bm it sits here in my hand G and there mother smothered me Bm and how she would mother me G she knew how to suffer me Bm like all mothers can F C Now she is everywhere Am G# the comb that runs through my hair Eb Cm my posture on a chair G but that's not who I am G Bm G Bm G He ran from the arguments Bm and sat on the garden fence G and lived in the passing tense Bm that fell from her lips G he tended the house so well Bm and each time she rang his bell G he'd climb back from where he fell Bm and gathered his wits F C Now I fear the mold is mine Am G# a vibration shakes my spine Eb Cm as I walk the crooked line G reality hits CHORUS E G C A So let me walk free from you E G C A I know that you want me to E G C A let me try something new Bb let me walk away Bb If it's not one thing it's your mother F C how I love her how I love her C how I love her Bb but it's not so easy to say F please won't you let me walk away C A let me walk away let me walk away INSTRUMENTAL A C#m Em Bm A C#m Em Bm A So let me walk on my own C#m and finish my ice cream cone Em if we are to make it home Bm then all will be well A look see I'm a father now C#m I'm raising my own eyebrow Em and being in my own row Bm and making life hell F C This is me see here I am Am G# doing the best that I can Eb Cm this life has a subtle plan G but you couldn't tell REPEAT CHORUS