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
