Standard (EADGBE)
Called in sick for work,
said the fevers getting worse. There's a lot of that going 'round
I packed a duffle bag
With some clothes from the attic. It's getting colder in the evening
I hocked my pocket watch
And a couple old guitars. I could hardly stand to play them
I drew all my savings out
Closed my bank account. Stuck the money in the glove box
I drove away on Monday
I couldn't say where I was going to
It's just something I had to do
I was bored of it by Thursday
driving aimlessly down aimless interstates
searching for queues
Yeah for you
And I don't know where you are
I guess I haven't looked to hard, cause I'm afraid that I might find you
Is it special where you are?
Like Xanadu or Shangri-La? Is it anything like Omaha?
I called in sick on Monday
I was already of the next couple of days
Some bullshit escape
I was back to work on Thursday
yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat
The fever bit me, yeah it bit me
But I been sleeping and taking things
I think I've got it beat...
And I don't know where you are
I bet I'll never find you out. There's a lot of that going 'round