E G [Verse] E I've got a job, I explore E I follow every little whiff G E And I want my life to smell like this E Find a place, an ancient race, D the kind you’d like to gamble with G E Where they'd stamp on burning bags of shit. [Chorus] C Lookin' for a place to happen C E G Makin' stops along the way... [Verse] E Wayward ho, 'way we go E It’s a shame to leave this masterpeice, G E With its gallery gods and its garbage bag trees E So I'll paint a scene, from memory D So I’d know who murdered me, G E It's a vain pursuit but it helps me to sleep. [Chorus] C Lookin' for a place to happen C E Makin' stops along the way... C Lookin' for a place to happen C A G Makin' stops along the way... E G E G C A G E F C D Lookin' for a place to happen F C D Makin' stops along the way... [Verse] E Jaques Cartier; right this way, D I’ll put you're coat up on the bed. G E Hey man you got a real bum's eye for clothes E And come on in, sit right down. D No you’re not the first to show, G E we've all been here since, God who knows? [Chorus] C Lookin' for a place to happen C E Makin' stops along the way... C Lookin' for a place to happen C E Makin' stops along the way... [Outro] G E Jaques Cartier, right this... way G E I’ll put you're coat up on the bed G You’ve got a real bum's eye for clothes E G Come on in... sit right down