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