Boiled Frogs

Intro Bm E F#m E Bm E F#m E D E F#m E D E F#m Verse Bm A man sits at his desk, one year from retirement, G And he's up for review, not quite sure what to do. E Each passing year, the workload grows. Verse Bm D G F#m E I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late Bm D G F#m E A For things to go my way, it always ends up the same (Count your blessings) Bm D G F#m E I must be missing, I must be missing the point Bm D G F#m E Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise A (Count your blessings on one hand) Chorus G Bm So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. G Bm There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life Bridge Bm E F#m E Bm E F#m E Poor little tin man, D E F#m E D E F#m still swinging his axe, even though his joints are clogged with rust. Verse Bm D G F#m E My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away Bm D G F#m E A Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day (Count your blessings) Bm D G F#m E My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away Bm D G F#m E Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late A (Count your blessings on one hand) Chorus G Bm So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. G Bm There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life Interlude Bm Bm Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day G E E There's no loyalty and no remorse. Bm Bm Youth sold for a pension cheque, and it makes him fucking sick G E E He's heating up, he can't say no Bm G E E (Whoa-Whoa-oh) Bm G E E (Whoa-Whoa-oh) [Riff] E F#m E A D Chorus G Bm So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. G Bm There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life G Bm (So wait up) So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. G Bm Bm Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die Outro G A Bm Wait up for me G A Bm Wait up for me G A Bm Wait up for me