Throughout the verses (in between the chords) play Em11 (all strings open)
[Verse 1]
Dm7                       Cmaj7
I brought you some francs from my travelling chest
Dm7                       Cmaj7
You'll spare me the thanks 'til you know I'm the best
Dm7              Cmaj7
So come Hogmonay when love comes in slurs
Dm7                  G                      E7
Resolutions I'll make and you can label them 'Hers'
   F                           Am
We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky,
   F 
We clicked our heels and spat and swore
    D7         F#dim
We'd never let it die
[Chorus]
C           E7
All those boy wonders
Fmaj7                   C 
Sold their medals when they saw this train
             E7 
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7                     C 
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
             E7       Fmaj7                   C 
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
               E7 
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7                   G    
Why the words were never worth the wait
       F    E   F#dim   E7 
I'm wait-ing, wai-----ting.
F 
In pastel paper pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
                                     G
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.
[Verse 2]
Dm7                       Cmaj7
Dry your tears, tie your tongue
Dm7                       Cmaj7
And you're never sixteen
Dm7        G           E7
And I'll give you a glimpse
   F                 Am
Of the hard and the clean
   F 
And my travelling chest will be open to you
   D7         F#dim
And boy will you learn that you haven't a clue
[Bridge]
A               Db7         F#m               A 
I even asked my best friend but he could not explain
               
                Db7
It hit me when I left him
 F#m            Db7 
I felt the rain and called it genius,
F#dim 
Called it genius.
[Chorus]
C           E7
All those boy wonders
Fmaj7                   C 
Sold their medals when they saw this train
             E7 
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7                     C 
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
             E7       Fmaj7                   C 
I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
               E7 
Now this boy wonders
Fmaj7                   G    
Why the words were never worth the wait
       F    E   F#dim   E7 
I'm wait-ing, wai-----ting.
F 
In pastel paper pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
                                     G
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.