Em Em C G 
I've been at so many crossroads 
that I've forgotten all the turns 
and I've spent all my money 
on ways to wipe out my concerns 

C D
But the therapy in a tall glass of gin 
is not something that leaves you blissful within 

Em Em C G
in the morning 
the daylight is broken 
just like the night before 
and we keep sending a mayday 
that never reaches the shore 

C D
The more that you sleep the more tired you get 
I try to forgive but it's hard 

Em C G D
When you turn me over 
to the war 
turn me over 
to the war 

C D
the therapy in a tall glass of gin 
is not something that leaves you blissful within 

Em Em C G
I've seen so many faces 
with masks made out of clay 
so stiff and immobile 
just like the games they play 

C D
The more that you sleep the more tired you get 
I try to forgive but it's hard to forget 
How good it would feel to be senseless and numb 
to not really care at all 

Em C G D
When you turn me over 
to the war 
turn me over 
to the war