Bright Eyes – On My Way To Work (Guitar)

           G                    G#m
There is a car parked where the block begins

              A
And there are people singing praises

           D D/C# Bm      A
Say, "It's all because of him"

               G                 G#m
And there is a bird perched on a frayed, wet wire

              A
And his voice sings out for a lover

         D D/C#  Bm     A
But it's covered by the choir

   G                              A
Of voices reaching way beyond the rafters

       G                                 A
With devotion, they perform these sacred tasks

     G                                   A
They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks

       G                            A
Slight suffering is not too much to ask

N.C.                       D
Besides, we all are making money

                       A
And we are all fucking alone

                              G
And we don't know what we are doing

                          A
Maybe just buying us some hope

                            D
Because we know that we are lonely

                         A
Yeah, lonely, that's for sure

                       Gm
And the older ones are coughing

                       Amaj7
And the older ones are dying

                 E G
Maybe we are all dying

         G               G#m
I pass a graveyard on my way to work

            A
Today I saw two dozen white roses

     D     D/C# Bm       A
On a fresh new  mound of dirt

      G                  G#m
And I wondered about the occupant

         A
When the darkness finally swallowed him

    D  D/C# Bm     A
Was he calm and content?

          G                              A
Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing

        G                                 A
Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed

G                              A
Crying out loud for someone to help him

       G                                 A
And collapsing on his back, all pale and dead?

N.C.                       D
Maybe it's me who's this unstable

                          A
Always obsessed about the end

                             Gm
Why can't I let what happens happen?

                          A
And just enjoy the time I spend

                         D
Oh, how I wish it was so easy

                                 A
But when there is no point to anything

                    Gm
It can get a bit confusing

                   D
Why is that I keep going?

                    Em G
Why is that we keep going?