F#m           A             F#m                    A           F#m
Titillations been replaced....by interstate brickface & Coffemate
F#m       A                   F#m               A    F#m
And by a list of phone calls, you’ll like to make
F#m                         A                F#m
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
F#m                    A                  F#m
And you could stare into your own shoes
F#m          A                   F#m       A
And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose

[Chorus]:
A             E            F#m
Just rig up a complication, and if it derails
        A                      E                     F#m
You can throw away the rudder, float away like Vapour Trails


[Interlude]: 
F#m - A, like intro, only 2x

F#m                  A             F#m          A            F#m
There’s nothin funnier than pride, in an utterly confident stride
F#m              A           F#m             A      F#m
So I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
F#m            A                  F#m                    A               F#m
Damn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin’ wet shoes
F#m                 A         F#m                        A
Through rainpools evaporatin’, says in this sign I’ll conquer you

[Chorus]:
A            E           F#m
I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
     A                  E                         F#m
But there’s nothin’ uglier than a man hittin’ his stride

[Interlude]:
F#m - E x 2

[Bridge]:
     D                       A                           D
Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin’ over their hoes
D                A                           D          A
Now the mornin’s over, it’s time to let them sprinklers hose

[Interlude]: 
F#m - A, like intro, 4x]

[Verse]:

F#m                   A                      F#m
Past hills of chambermaids’ dark bare arms
F#m                            A           F#m
And fields of muscles quilted to the bone
F#m             A          F#m                 A           F#m
Right now I’m flyin’ over, Ya right now I’m flyin’ home
F#m                     A              F#m
Where I can sit on the end of my bed
F#m                A               F#m
And I can stare into my own shoes
F#m         A                    F#m        A
And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose

[Otro]
A                          E                     F#m
And throw away the rudder, float away on Vapour Trails....
A              E           F#m
I rigged up a complication, totally derailed
     D                       A                     F#m
So I throw away the rudder, float away like Vapour Trails....
D            A                    C#m                         B
I pulled the car on over... (It’s time to let them sprinklers hose)