Precious Voice From Heaven

| | / | repeat Remember your skinny young folkster With his guitar and his greasy cap     Do you still want your ageing hipster With his records and his trilby hat? | | / | repeat | C | G | repeat Angel heart it’s time to let go   It’s so much harder to live in this town   Fact of it is I’m forty-two years old      And the venues are closing down Folk rock’s just beat up old names I’ve been holding out as long as I can It’s a new tech crowd it’s a property game      And I’d need to be a richer man Ah but you have a precious voice from heaven A once in a blue moon ecstasy   You could sing the phone book   If there was still a phone book   You could sing the phone book It would sound beautiful to me | C | G | repeat Nowadays when I get up and sing They’ll be talking like I’m not even there   Now it appears I’m maybe not their thing That’s okay though it’s not that I don’t care With all the rest of the semi-fixed abodes With their colours and their songs and their soul   I’d be long gone down the road      If not for you girl and rent control Ah but you have a precious voice from heaven A once in a blue moon ecstasy   You could sing the phone book   If there was still a phone book   You could sing the phone book It would sound beautiful to me | | | You could sing the phone book   If there was still a phone book   You could sing the phone book It would sound beautiful to me | C | G | repeat The cool kids who make your town   Gotta help them stick around   You wanna keep your city hip   Or all the kids will desert the ship repeat