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
Bm 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 Bm 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
Em G Bm C
And false hope pumping out of your soul
C G D C
Like oil in the gulf it's a dead end
Em G C
Drive it further deep into the ground
D C D
Till the point's dull as your skull
C Bm Am
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