Matchbox Twenty – Sleeping At The Wheel (Ukulele)

B              G#m                    E               F#              B
I, I could be anything. But for the fault that I've acquired on my  way.

B              G#m                    E               F#            G#m
We, We were the end of it. But now we see the sun shining in our face.

   E           F#               B
We see the sun shining in our face.

        G#m              E                B                  F#
So come on, come on, we can be saved. The lives we live, the wars we wage.

        G#m          E              B     F#                    B
When everyone just tells us how to feel. We're sleeping at the wheel.

    B                G#m
And I, I would give anything.

              E               F#              B
But for the grace of God. I'm here and still aware.

    B                         G#m
We know the end is overrated. We've become the walls we raise.

    E              F#                  G#m
We don't believe enough but we still cared.

E                F#             B
Standing on the edge without a prayer.

      G#m                  E                B                   F#
So come on, come on, it's all we got. Our hands are full, our lives are not.

      G#m         E             B    F#                    B
The loose affiliation with the real. We're sleeping at the wheel.

B                       E
All of the time we've lost.

                     B                            F#
All of the love we gave. And now these hands are tied. I can't help thinking.

       B
That I was in a daze, I was losing my place.

       G#m                                                       E
I was screaming out at everything, waiting for the walls to come down.

            F#               G#m
Before my moments starts to fade.

       E               F#             B
But everything that's perfect falls away.

       G#m               E                  B                 F#
So come on, come on, we can be saved. The lives we live, the wars we wage.

       G#m           E              B            F#           B
When everyone just tells us how to feel. We're sleeping at the wheel.

B       B      B     F#             B
                  We're sleeping at the wheel.

B       B      B     F#             B
                  Just   sleeping  at  the  wheel.