The Tragically Hip – Music At Work (Guitar)

E
Everything is bleak.

B
It’s the middle of the night.

A
You’re 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
Don’t try to be up to date.

A
And when the sunlight hits the olive oil

E
don’t hesitate.

                         A
The night’s 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, I’d 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.

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
It’s the middle of the night.

A
You’re 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.