D There was a wayward lad, stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed, the sky his awning D G Neon, neon, neon A D A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field G Cows surround so you lean on, lean on A D So much your hugs become hold ons Chorus: D G Oh these three worn words Em Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper E A A/G F#m Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona D I just want to love you in my own language F#m E D Well that smell of sex, good like burning wood Bm A D The wayward lad lay claim F#m E D To two thirsty girls from Hornsea Bm A D Who left a note when morning came "Girls from the pool say, "Hi" (Hi) The road erodes at five feet per year Along England's east coastline Was this your first time? Love is just a button we pressed Last night by the camp fire" Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA ![]() Bm ![]() D ![]() E ![]() Em ![]() F#m ![]() G ![]() |