E5                    B5                             A5
I called in sick for work, said the fever's getting worse
                         D5          E5
There's a lot of that going 'round
                  B5                               A5
I packed a duffle bag with some clothes from the attic
                           D5         E5
It's getting colder in the evenings
                   B5                      A5
I hocked my pocket watch and a couple old guitars
                        D5          E5
I could hardly stand to play them
                      B5                    A5
I drew all my savings out, closed my bank account
                           D5          B5
And stuck the money in the glove box

I drive away on Monday
                     A5
I couldn't say where I was going to
   E5                             B5
It's just something I had to do

I was bored of it by Thursday
         A5
Driving aimlessly down aimless interstates
 E5                  A5            E5
Searching for cues, yeah for you
                           B5                                A5
And I don't know where you are, I guess I haven't looked too hard
                               D5         E5
'Cause I'm afraid that I might find you
                        B5                       A5
Is it special where you are, a Xanado or Shangri La?
                    D5       B5
Is it anything like Omaha?
                                                  A5
I called in sick on Monday, I was already off the next couple of days
     E5                B5
Some bullshit escape

I was back to work on Thursday, yeah, the fever's gone
  A5
I think I've got it beat
     E5             A5
That fever bit me, yeah, it bit me
A5                          A5             A5                   
     E5
But I've been sleeping and taking things, I think I've got it beat
                           B5
And I don't know where you are
                          A5
I bet I'll never find you out
                         D5
There's a lot of that going 'round