Em-c-g Em-g-c-g C-a-g C-g-c-g E-d-g So we were standing, like the last rock band on the planet Of vapor trails and alpine skies It's all green fields, yellow flowers, and brown liquor Oh brown liquor Bug's got a job in the catsk**s Met some fraulein along the way Took her home, but then she had an episode Though it did disturb him, he was strangely compelled Seven days when I've been dreaming Seven days and seven nights Seven days when I've been dreaming Of the real thing Of the real thing So we were standing around, fading in and out of fashion While amerikids dug eurobeats Well we know all of the doormen and other bartendresses And there ain't nothing that you don't got that we don't need Did I say that right? Seven days when I've been waiting Seven days and seven nights Seven days when I've been dreaming Of the real thing Of the real thing