E5 E5 C5 G5 
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 

C5 D5
But the therapy in a tall glass of gin 
is not something that leaves you blissful within 

E5 E5 C5 G5
in the morning 
the daylight is broken 
just like the night before 
and we keep sending a mayday 
that never reaches the shore 

C5 D5
The more that you sleep the more tired you get 
I try to forgive but it's hard 

E5 C5 G5 D5
When you turn me over 
to the war 
turn me over 
to the war 

C5 D5
the therapy in a tall glass of gin 
is not something that leaves you blissful within 

E5 E5 C5 G5
I've seen so many faces 
with masks made out of clay 
so stiff and immobile 
just like the games they play 

C5 D5
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 

E5 C5 G5 D5
When you turn me over 
to the war 
turn me over 
to the war