E
Everything is bleak.
B
Its the middle of the night.
A
Youre all alone and
E
the dummies might be right.
B
You feel like a jerk.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
Avoid trends and cliches.
B
Dont try to be up to date.
A
And when the sunlight hits the olive oil
E
dont hesitate.
A
The nights so long it hurts
E
My music at work.
E
In a symbol too far
B
or the anatomy of a stain;
A
to determine where you are,
E
in a sink full of Ganges, Id remain -
B
No matter what you heard
A
in my music at work.
B
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
I call it, Olga Waits;
B
The cloud that entertains
A
the dim possibility of
E
showing some restraint.
B
The rain came down berserk.
E
My music at work.
My music at work.
E
On a star beyond the chart
B
or the dark side of a drop of rain.
A
determining where you are,
E
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain
B
No matter what you heard.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
Everythng is bleak.
B
Its the middle of the night.
A
Youre all alone and
E
the dummies might be right.
B
Outside, the darkness lurks.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
Hey fallen hummingbird,
B
my music at work.
A
From the middle of the earth,
E
my music at work.
B
Bound for bed without dessert,
A
my music at work.
E
My music at work.
B A E
