Roger Waters - 433 am running shoes

^Am So I stood by the roadside The soles of my r^Funning shoes gripping the tarmac Like gunmetal m^Amagnets ^F F^Amixed on the front of her Fassbinder face Was the k^Find of a smile That only a rather dull c^Amhild could have drawn While attempting a graveyard in the m^Foonlight B^Amut she was impressed You could see that she thought I looked f^Fine And w^Amhen she turned sweeter The reason (between you and m^Fe) was She'd just seen my green Lamborg^Amhini ^F

So we w^Cent for a spin in the c^Amountry To f^Ceel the wind in our h^Amair To f^Ceel the power of my ^Amengine C Am C Am C... To feel the thrill of desire And th^Fen in the trees I h^Ceard a twig snap W^Farning lights flashed on my m^Cap I ^Fopened my eyes and t^Co my surpr^Fise