| C | G | |
| It's a take-out weeken | d |
| C | G | F | |
| It's a fake-out s | mile and prete | nd |
| C | G | |
| If nobody sees you cr | y |
| C | G | |
| You can say it was raining outsid | e |
| CHORUS |
| F | G | |
| And all that you | want |
| Am | C | |
| Is a few days | down |
| F | G | |
| All that you | need |
| Am | C | |
| A little time to d | rown |
| F | G | |
| It's to be expe | cted |
| Am | C | |
| With all the weight you c | arry round |
| F | G | |
| All that you wa | nt is |
| Am | F | C | |
| A Few D | ays Down |
| (Same as previous verse) |
| It's a short vacation |
| To a foreign nation |
| Oh, nothing familiar here |
| Just you and your lonesome heart complaining |
| D | F | |
| I'm looking | out |
| D | F | |
| Ten stories | high |
| C | |
| And like a blanket lifted |
| Em | |
| The quiet night |
| C | Am | |
| The city finally wa | king up |
| C | |
| To the morning light |