G            G         C           G
I don't know a cave from a hole in the ground
  Em           G          C            D
I wandered an age through a cool and dark cage
         G         G         C          Em
Tried finding my way by touch, taste, sense, sound
         G           G         D           G
But no way out of hell, as the sin is on stage (1st time)
But I'm here and I hope I won't see old age (2nd)
But I figure the solitude's my only wage (3rd)
And long past the point of pretending to rage (Last)
 
G                 G                     G                  

VERSE 1:

  Em         Em         Em            G
I wonder what happened up there to my truck
 C               C               D                  D
Left parked with a load, no doubt long since been towed
Em            Em           Em       G
I never expected to have such strange luck
Em           Em            Am               Em 
I should have obeyed what that road sign forebode

Em           Em           Em

Em           Em          Em          G
Cavefish is delicious, but only if cooked
C              C          D                D
You'll mess it up bad, well let's leave it at that
Em         Em            Em          G
I've eaten whenever, whatever I've hooked
C            C              D             G
I'd kill for the thrill of a meal with some fat

G             G                G

CHORUS

VERSE 2:
I don't know my soul from a hole in the dark
I'd wake from my sleep and I'd silently weep
I once knew a girl who loved me as a lark
My pain, she explains, is what made me so deep

I thought I was ever so lonesome at home
It needled at me until I couldn't see
The forest for trees nor the sea for the foam
And I took up the job that was all absentee

CHORUS

VERSE 3:
The miles and also the hours were strained
Kept my hands on the wheel, it was solid and real
And wind blew and snow fell and storms rumbled and rained
And I drove through it all but found I could still feel

Inspire me world, I was writing a song
Saw a sign for the cave, thought "artistic" and "brave"
I grabbed my guitar and I moseyed along
and though I hate to state it, I entered my grave