Guantanamo Bay Surf Club - Halves and quarters

^Am7Out here I got no one, so the dead tone on the radio sure does come in clea^Gr ^AmTend the flower on Luna’s ^Am7grave, you ain't burying me I’m still alive in hell out h^Gere

^DIf I ever catch the shuttle back home, ^CIm never looking up at the stars no more, sweet d^Gear

^Am7Stars comin' up, Sun’s goin' down, moon’s pushing and pulling me back aroun^Gd ^AmWasting away in this ^Am7waning/waxing ghost town, Orion and me are gonna have a shootou^Gt

^DIf I ever catch the shuttle back home, ^CIm never looking up at the stars no more I’ve been foun^Gd

^Am7Satellite wrangling I’m a one man show, ^Amcatch me in the sky with a lasso in to^Gw

^DIf I ever catch the shuttle back home, ^CIm never looking up at the stars no more, I kno^Gw

^Am7Laugh at the moon, spit at the stars, I’d be the only man to make it back from mars, darli^Gn ^Am7Baby dont you worry bout me, I ain’t doin' much now but ramblin^Gg

^DIf I ever catch the shuttle back home, ^CIm never looking up at the stars no more, sweet thin^Gg