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Intro: Strum F#/A 4x over drum part
Verse
F# A F# A F#
Titillations been replaced....by interstate brickface & Coffemate
F# A F# A F#
And by a list of phone calls, you’ll like to make
F# A F#
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
F# A F#
And you could stare into your own shoes
F# A F# A
And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose
A E F#
Just rig up a complication, and if it derails
A E F#
You can throw away the rudder, float away like Vapour Trails
Interlude: F# - A, like intro, only 2x
F# A F# A F#
There’s nothin funnier than pride, in an utterly confident stride
F# A F# A F#
So I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
F# A F# A F#
Damn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin’ wet shoes
F# A F# A
Through rainpools evaporatin’, says in this sign I’ll conquer you
A E F#
I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
A E F#
But there’s nothin’ uglier than a man hittin’ his stride
Interlude: F# - E x 2
Bridge:
D A D
Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin’ over their hoes
D A D A
Now the mornin’s over, it’s time to let them sprinklers hose
Interlude: F# - A, like intro, 4x
Verse:
F# A F#
Past hills of chambermaids’ dark bare arms
F# A F#
And fields of muscles quilted to the bone
F# A F# A F#
Right now I’m flyin’ over, Ya right now I’m flyin’ home
F# A F#
Where I can sit on the end of my bed
F# A F#
And I can stare into my own shoes
F# A F# A
And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose
Outro
A E F#
And throw away the rudder, float away on Vapour Trails....
A E F#
I rigged up a complication, totally derailed
D A F#
So I throw away the rudder, float away like Vapour Trails....
D A C#m B
I pulled the car on over... (It’s time to let them sprinklers hose)
F# - E x 8 or so over vocal ad lib / end Solo:
Woo…Woooo…Woooo - Throw away the rudder!
Written by The Tragically Hip