Your Possible Pasts 
                                    Pink Floyd 

They [G]flutter behind you your possible pa[Am]sts, 
Some [C]brighteyed and crazy, some [D]frightened and [G]lost. 
A [G]warning to anyone still in comm[Am]and 
[C]Of their possible [D]future, to take [G]care. 
In [G]derelict sidings the poppies entwi[Am]ne 
With [C]cattle trucks lying in [D]wait for the next [G]time. 
[Em]Do you remember me, how we used to be, 
Do you think we shoud be [D]closer? 
She [G]stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smi[Am]le 
[C]Haunting her face like a [D]cheap hotel [G]sign. 
Her [G]cold eyes imploring the men in their m[Am]acs 
For the [C]gold in their bags or the [D]knives in their [G]backs. 
[G]Stepping up boldly one put out his h[Am]and. 
He said, "[C]I was just a child then[D], now I'm only a [G]man." 
[Em]Do you remember me,  how we used to be, 
Do you think we should be [D]closer? 
[Em]    [C]   [Em]    [C]   [Em]    [D]   [C]   [D]   [Cmaj9]     
By the [G]cold and religious we were taken in h[Am]and 
Shown [C]how to feel good and [D]told to feel [G]bad. 
[G]Strung out behind us the banners and fl[Am]ags 
Of our [C]possible pasts lie in [D]tatters and [G]rags. 
[Em]Do you remember me, how we used to be, 
Do you think we should be [D]closer?