Ten To Eight Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][C][G][C]

[Verse 1]
[G]Early in the morning,
when you [B]wake up
And your [Em]sleepy head,
is into [G]makeup
When you [C]gaze into your mirror
As you paint your face
And [Bm]you check your eyelashes
Making [Esus4]sure they're in p[E]lace
And your [Am]mind wanders off,
Into [Dsus4]an other time[Cm]
[Dsus4]Brush your

[Verse 2]
[G]hair to the
rhythm of the music
Playing on your [C]radio
Paint your [Bm]face, while you listen
To the screaming of the jockey
On the [Esus4]early morning[E] show
Put your [Am]troubles in the back
[D]of your mind
'Cause the [Am]temperature outside is [D]fine

[Verse 3]
And it's [G]ten to eight
And you [Eb]ain't got [Cm]the time

[Verse 4]
But [G]you think of him
And how it [B]should have lasted
While the [Em]disc- jockey man
Gives you the [G]weather forecast
The memory [C]makes you feel so mellow
While it gets you high
And you [Bm]remember how you laughed
And how [Esus4]he made you c[E]ry
Then you [Am]look into your mirror
As you [Dsus4]brush your hair
[Ebdim]Brush your

[Verse 5]
[G]hair to the
rhythm of the music
Playing on your [C]radio
Paint your [Bm]face, while you listen
To the screaming of the jockey
On [Esus4]the early morn[E]ing show
Put your [Am]troubles in the back
[D]of your mind
'Cause the [Am]temperature
outside is [D]fine

[Verse 6]
And it's [G]ten to eight
And you [Eb]just ain't [Dsus4]got the time[G][Eb]

[Verse 7]
So, you [Ab]walk across the room
And start [C]to make your bed
You [Fm]slip into your jeans
Your eyes [Ab]still feel like lead

[Verse 8]
And the [C#]memory seems to vanish
But the thought's still there
And you [Cm]tell yourself, you don't
But deep [Fsus4]inside, y[F]ou still care
Deep in[Bbm]side, you still [Ebsus4]care
[Ab]Brush your

[Verse 9]
hair to the
rhythm of the music
Playing on your [C#]radio
Paint your [Cm]face, while you listen
To the screaming of the jockey
On the [Fsus4]early morning sho[F]w
Put your troubles [Bbm]in the
back of your [Eb]mind
'Cause, the [Bbm]temperature outside is [Eb]fine

[Verse 10]
And it's [Ab]ten to eight
And you [C#m]ain't got the time
Brush [Ab]your

[Verse 11]
hair to the
rhythm of the music
Playing on your [C#]radio
Paint your [Cm]face, while you listen
To the swinging of the jockey
On the [Fsus4]early morning sho[F]w
Put your [Bbm]troubles in the
back of your [Eb]mind
'Cause, the [Bbm]temperature outside is [Eb]fine

[Verse 12]
And it's ten to eight
And you ain't got the time