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