| E | Bm | A | |
| I called in sick for | work, said the fever's getting | worse |
| D | E | |
| There's a lot of that goi | ng 'round |
| Bm | A | |
| I packed a duffle | bag with some clothes from the at | tic |
| D | E | |
| It's getting colder in the | evenings |
| Bm | A | |
| I hocked my pocket | watch and a couple old g | uitars |
| D | E | |
| I could hardly stand to | play them |
| Bm | A | |
| I drew all my savings | out, closed my bank ac | count |
| D | Bm | |
| And stuck the money in the | glove box |
| I drive away on Monday |
| A | |
| I couldn't say where | I was going to |
| E | Bm | |
| It' | s just something I had to do |
| I was bored of it by Thursday |
| A | |
| Driving a | imlessly down aimless interstates |
| E | Am | E | |
| S | earching for cues, | yeah for you |
| Bm | A | |
| And I don't know where you | are, I guess I haven't looked too | hard |
| D | E | |
| 'Cause I'm afraid that I might | find you |
| Bm | A | |
| Is it special where you | are, a Xanado or Shangri | La? |
| D | Bm | |
| Is it anything like | Omaha? |
| A | |
| I called in sick on Monday, I was already off the | next couple of days |
| E | Bm | |
| Some | bullshit escape |
| I was back to work on Thursday, yeah, the fever's gone |
| A | |
| I | think I've got it beat |
| E | Am | |
| That | fever bit me, | yeah, it bit me |
| E | |
| But I | 've been sleeping and taking things, I think I've got it beat |
| Bm | |
| And I don't know where you | are |
| A | |
| I bet I'll never find you | out |
| D | |
| There's a lot of that goi | ng 'round |