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