Intro: Db
Verse 1:
Two miles from the[B] hotel, eight hundred from[F#] home
We're forced to call on all we k[Abm]now
But [Eb]all we know's a [E]joke
The van just started [B]shaking, coughing out black [F#]smoke
We're pulling off in a par[Abm]king lot cause this [Eb]might just [E]explode
B (strum once)
Cause it's New Year's Eve and four degrees
We're s[Abm]tranded, [F#]hopeless
[E]I just [B]want some [F#]sleep
Drew's too busy [B]sexting with some girl he met last [F#]show
Tripping balls from the [Abm]soft effects of a [Eb]Nyquil overdos[E]e
Nobody's been [B]asking how we're gonna get [F#]home
Cause we all know[Eb][E][F#]
We'll deal wi[Abm]th it t[F#]omorrow[E]
[Eb]Yeah, [E]we k[F#]now
Chorus:
It's gonna be [B]our ye[Abm]ar, boys
[E]I'd speak up
But I'm waiting for the [Abm]irony to f[E]all asleep w[Eb]ithout me
And we'll [B]wait and [Abm]see
With some [E]luck and patching up
I think [F#]I'll be [F]home this [E]week[Eb][E][F#]
We'll [Abm]deal with it [F#]our own [E]way[Eb][E][F#]
And we'll s[F#]tay, and we'll wait,
And we'll wake in this [B]awkward mess we [F#]made
A landscape forged from [Abm]pizza crust
[Eb]And what's left of a [E]case
[B]We'll make friends in every [F#]state
Like the cops in the [Abm]parking lot
Or [Eb]staff of [E]Steak'N'Shake
Chorus:
It's gonna be [B]our ye[Abm]ar, boys
[E]I'd speak up
But I'm waiting for the [Abm]irony to f[E]all asleep w[Eb]ithout me
And we'll [B]wait and [Abm]see
With some [E]luck and patching up
I think [F#]I'll be [F]home this [E]week
[F#]But I'm too tired to [E]speak
I'll say, [Eb]"Hey man, [E]I'll see you in [B]Cleveland[F#]"
[Eb]"Hey man, [E]I'll see you in [F#]Cleveland"
[Eb]Someone [E]go tell the [B]universe we're [F#]not concerned
[Eb]We know that [E]it's out to [F#]get us
But we'll never learn
Eb E B F# (strum each once and hold, except play F# as two notes)
So if you're thinking you just got the best of me
Eb (strum once)
Man, we don't go down that easy
[Eb] [E] [F#] [Abm] [F#] [E] [Eb] [E][F#]
It's gonna be[B] our y[Abm]ear, boys
[E]I'd speak up
But I'm waiting for the [Abm]irony to f[E]all asleep w[Eb]ithout me
And we'll [B]wait and [Abm]see
With some [F#]luck and patching [E]up
I think [F#]I'll be [F]home this [E]week
Outro: Eb E F#
Verse 1:
Two miles from the[B] hotel, eight hundred from[F#] home
We're forced to call on all we k[Abm]now
But [Eb]all we know's a [E]joke
The van just started [B]shaking, coughing out black [F#]smoke
We're pulling off in a par[Abm]king lot cause this [Eb]might just [E]explode
B (strum once)
Cause it's New Year's Eve and four degrees
We're s[Abm]tranded, [F#]hopeless
[E]I just [B]want some [F#]sleep
Drew's too busy [B]sexting with some girl he met last [F#]show
Tripping balls from the [Abm]soft effects of a [Eb]Nyquil overdos[E]e
Nobody's been [B]asking how we're gonna get [F#]home
Cause we all know[Eb][E][F#]
We'll deal wi[Abm]th it t[F#]omorrow[E]
[Eb]Yeah, [E]we k[F#]now
Chorus:
It's gonna be [B]our ye[Abm]ar, boys
[E]I'd speak up
But I'm waiting for the [Abm]irony to f[E]all asleep w[Eb]ithout me
And we'll [B]wait and [Abm]see
With some [E]luck and patching up
I think [F#]I'll be [F]home this [E]week[Eb][E][F#]
We'll [Abm]deal with it [F#]our own [E]way[Eb][E][F#]
And we'll s[F#]tay, and we'll wait,
And we'll wake in this [B]awkward mess we [F#]made
A landscape forged from [Abm]pizza crust
[Eb]And what's left of a [E]case
[B]We'll make friends in every [F#]state
Like the cops in the [Abm]parking lot
Or [Eb]staff of [E]Steak'N'Shake
Chorus:
It's gonna be [B]our ye[Abm]ar, boys
[E]I'd speak up
But I'm waiting for the [Abm]irony to f[E]all asleep w[Eb]ithout me
And we'll [B]wait and [Abm]see
With some [E]luck and patching up
I think [F#]I'll be [F]home this [E]week
[F#]But I'm too tired to [E]speak
I'll say, [Eb]"Hey man, [E]I'll see you in [B]Cleveland[F#]"
[Eb]"Hey man, [E]I'll see you in [F#]Cleveland"
[Eb]Someone [E]go tell the [B]universe we're [F#]not concerned
[Eb]We know that [E]it's out to [F#]get us
But we'll never learn
Eb E B F# (strum each once and hold, except play F# as two notes)
So if you're thinking you just got the best of me
Eb (strum once)
Man, we don't go down that easy
[Eb] [E] [F#] [Abm] [F#] [E] [Eb] [E][F#]
It's gonna be[B] our y[Abm]ear, boys
[E]I'd speak up
But I'm waiting for the [Abm]irony to f[E]all asleep w[Eb]ithout me
And we'll [B]wait and [Abm]see
With some [F#]luck and patching [E]up
I think [F#]I'll be [F]home this [E]week
Outro: Eb E F#
