D A G
When the evening sun is setting low
D A G
Blinding you on your drive home
D A G
And the lanes of traffic all converge
D A G
Causing you to curse every other word
F#m A D
For to wish it all away
(pause briefly, then slowly sweep downward with pick/one finger on C)
D A G
Daily grind's got your screw stripped
D A G F#m A
No can of double-ya-dee forty can fix your situation
D G
Seems to be losing steam
D A G A
Dream's been dropped on credit cards
Bm D F#m G
And false hope pumping out of your soul
G D A G
Like oil in the gulf it's a dead end
Bm D G
Drive it further deep into the ground
A G A
Till the point's dull as your skull
G F#m Em
And the same sun that you curse
A D
Powers your hybrid heart home
(more lightly now):
D A
If only this car could move
G
Half a smidge