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