Intro: G D F C

G           D        G          C
Grey London morning, wet London streets
G           D       Em          C
Rain on the window, wind in the trees
G               D           Em            C
It's my time to write, it's your time to calL
G                        D            F             C D F C
There's something about distance that gets to us all

Dark clouds above me, little people below

All walk with a purpose with someplace to go

It's my place to paint my own selfish scene

On this cold lonely canvas, it's just the weather and me


G

B          Em
And latitude
C                G        D            G
Fold back the morning and bring on the night
            Am   G
There's an alien moon
      A                           D
That hangs between darkness and light
B      Em      C        G
Latitude between me and you
          B                Em
You're a straight line of distance
   C             G            D
A cold strech of black across blue
F C
Latitude


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Cracks in the sidewalks, dogs on the run

An old poster reading "Give us your sons"

Window frames capture moments in time

But latitude captures the heart and the mind