D   A    D 
 
                D 
A little out of place, a little out of time 
              A                 D 
Sorta lost in space, racing the moon 
             G                  D      G 
Climbing the walls of this hurricane 
G         D   A            D 
Still overall, I can't complain 
  
All I wanted was one chance to let freedom ring 

They said I had to get a permit, tags and everything 

I never made it through the red tape, I got this paper hat 

I got a job working weekdays, you want fries with that 
  
Chorus: 
                G 
I got nothin to lose 
                        D 
Cause there's nothin to gain 
            G       G/F#      Em             D       A 
It's like a one way ticket to cruise in that passing lane 
        D 
I can't complain 
  
 
I was talkin with my girlfriend, I told her I was stressed 
I said I'm going off the deep end, she said give it a rest 
We're all waiting in the dugout, wishin' we could pitch 
How you gonna throw a shutout, if all you do is bitch 
  
Chorus 
  
So now I got a brand new dance, I need one more shot 
I just need one last chance, you know I won't get caught 
I gotta make my last stand this time I can't be bought 
But then again on the other hand how much have you got 
  
Chorus 
  
A little out of place, a little out of tune 
We're all lost in space, racing the moon 
Climbin' the walls of this hurricane 
Still overall, I guess I can't complain