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