2 acessos
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 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