Music At Work by Tragically Hip

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.
              
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.

B A E


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