It’s six in the morning and the sun’s going down
I sit in the silence and listen to sounds
I’ve been sleeping and waking and sleeping some more
Trying to decide if I’ll head out the door
Because cars are like coffins and coffins are cars
I really don’t want to go very far
I drive towards a skyline that ends with a curve
And keep my direction through a lack of nerve
To turn off the music and roll the glass down
And hear my own thoughts blowing around
Because cars are like coffins and coffins are cars
I really don’t want to go very far
I put carts before horses as I head into town
I’ll run a lost ad for what I have found
I pick myself up and put myself down
And once I’ve arrived I can turn back around
Because cars are like coffins and coffins are cars
I really don’t want to go very far
Capo 3rd Fret
Em (walk bass string down)
Chorus: G-D-C-Em -- G-D-C-Em