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