F F Dm F
F Dm Bb
I'm not always tired, but I'm usually peopled-out.
F Dm Bb
It won't be long til I move on from this and gracefully bow out.
F Dm Bb
It don't take much to get along, I don't need much to keep me strong,
F Dm
I don't talk much, I'm better off hiding where you can find me,
F Dm C
At my window, every morning.
F Dm C
Driving for days, still exploring.
F Bb
The remnants of my five year plan are shorter than my attention span.
F Dm
I'm most always bluffing still my conscience weighs nothing more than a ghost.
F Dm Bb
My love for adventure makes me a flakey friend at best.
F Dm Bb
Profoundly sad to admit, I'll never get better than this.
F Dm
Cause in the funny way I see, it's better if I leave before I hit my peak or my good luck dies.
F Dm Bb
Won't go to bed until I relearn to sleep on my side.
F Dm C
And that's the point of
F Dm
driving for days, never knowing.
C Dm
Still stuck in a full body yawn, a moment of calm, I'm standing face to face
C Dm F
with a parody of myself hoping he don't mind me asking,
F Dm
"Why do you hate so much? How did you chip your tooth?
F Dm
How are you so sure of your purpose and when did you know what's best for you?
F Dm
And why do you care so much? What are you trying to prove?
F Dm F
Won't you wake me from my daydream when you leave for something new. I wanna come too."
Dm F Dm Bb F
