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