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