Birthday

Amaj7 Up 'til four AM. again You're waking up at 2 P.M Dmaj7 I think there's something weird about you The voices in the dark surround you Amaj7 In hospitals, in hospitals The lights are humming dim and dull Dmaj7 A working life has no appeal You're drunk behind the steering wheel Bm7 E You drive to San Francisco Amaj7 F#m On the morning of your birthday Bm7 E Amaj7 And things are getting better in the worst of ways Amaj7 The bug inside your ear Is just a swollen reminder Dmaj7 That your broken little Volvo Has a broken little driver Amaj7 The journals that you throw away Tell funny little stories Dmaj7 In ugly black pen drawings Of distorted lover's bodies Bm7 E And you will go back home Amaj7 F#m To find a town you don't remember Bm7 E Amaj7 You'd lie still for no one but for him you'd surrender