Some Bullshit Escape

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
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   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