E Bm A
I called in sick for work, said the fever's getting worse
D E
There's a lot of that going 'round
Bm A
I packed a duffle bag with some clothes from the attic
D E
It's getting colder in the evenings
Bm A
I hocked my pocket watch and a couple old guitars
D E
I could hardly stand to play them
Bm A
I drew all my savings out, closed my bank account
D Bm
And stuck the money in the glove box
I drive away on Monday
A
I couldn't say where I was going to
E Bm
It's just something I had to do
I was bored of it by Thursday
A
Driving aimlessly down aimless interstates
E Am E
Searching for cues, yeah for you
Bm A
And I don't know where you are, I guess I haven't looked too hard
D E
'Cause I'm afraid that I might find you
Bm A
Is it special where you are, a Xanado or Shangri La?
D Bm
Is it anything like Omaha?
A
I called in sick on Monday, I was already off the next couple of days
E Bm
Some bullshit escape
I was back to work on Thursday, yeah, the fever's gone
A
I think I've got it beat
E Am
That fever bit me, yeah, it bit me
A Am A
E
But I've been sleeping and taking things, I think I've got it beat
Bm
And I don't know where you are
A
I bet I'll never find you out
D
There's a lot of that going 'round
