The Tragically Hip – My Music At Work (Guitar)

		  E
Everything is bleak

			     B
It's the middle of the night.

	      A	        					E
You're all alone and 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 clichés.

			    B
Don't try to be up to date.

		A
And when the sunlight hits the olive oil,

				E
don't hesitate.

B			     A
The night's so long it hurts

			E
My music at work.

                A
In a symbol too far

			  B
or the anatomy of a stain;

			     A
to determine where you are,

				B
in a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain - 

A			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 Showing Some Restraint.'

B
The rain came down berserk.

A
My music at work.

E
My music at work.

				A				
On a star beyond the chart

					B
or the dark side of a drop of rain.

			    A
Determining where you are,

			B				A
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain - 

			B
No matter what you heard

		A
My music at work.

		B
My music at work.

		E
My music at work.

		  E
Everything is bleak

			     B
It's the middle of the night.

		A					E
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.

		     B
You feel like a jerk.

		A
My music at work.

		E
My music at work.

		A
Hey fallen hummingbird,

		E
my music at work.

				B
From the middle of the earth,

		E
my music at work.

				A
Bound for bed without dessert,

		E
my music at work.

		A
My music at work.

		E
My music at work.