Walt Grace's Submarine Test, January 1967                             
                                                                      
John Mayer

I've written out the first verse chorus, the rest pretty much repeats itself. 
There's a couple of bass lines that I haven't written down, but this should work 
for the guitar part.



Capo 4

Intro: |: D - G/B :|

D (xx0232@1)                                Em (022000@1)Walt Grace, desperately hating his whole place
                      Bm (x24432@1)              
Dreamed to discover a new space
                    GAnd (320003@1)buried himself alive 
           D (xx0232@1)                                 EmInside (022000@1)his basement, tongue on the side of his face meant
                        BmHe's (x24432@1)working away on displacement
   Bm/A (x04440@1)                    GAnd (320003@1)what it would take to survive



Em (022000@1)                 Em/B (012000@1)         A (x02220@1)                                         
  'Cause when you're done with this world
Em.                  Em/B (012000@1)           A (x02220@1)  You know the next is up to you
        D (xx0232@1)           G (320003@1)         AAnd (x02220@1)his wife told his kids he was crazy
        D (xx0232@1)               G (320003@1)        AAnd (x02220@1)his friends said he'd fail if he tried
           D (xx0232@1)          GBut (320003@1)with a will to work hard
      Bm (x24432@1)    EAnd (022100@1)a library card
          G (320003@1)                  A (x02220@1)               D (xx0232@1)He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride



That morning the sea was mad and I mean it
Waves as big as he'd seen it deep in his dreams at home
From dry land, he rolled it over to wet sand
Closed the hatch up with one hand
And pedaled off alone

'Cause when you're done with this world
You know the next is up to you

And for once in his life, it was quiet
As he learned how to turn in the tide
And the sky was aflare when he came up for air
In his homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride

One evening, when weeks had passed since his leaving
The call she planned on receiving finally made it home
She accepted the news she never expected
The operator connected the call from Tokyo
'Cause when you're done with this world
You know the next is up to you

Now his friends bring him up when they're drinking
At the bar with his name on the side
And they smile when they can, as they speak of the man
Who took a homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride