Matchbox Twenty - Sleeping at the wheel

^BI, I could be a^G#mnything. But for the fa^Eult that I've ac^F#quired on my wa^By. ^BWe, We were the^G#m end of it. But now we ^Esee the sun shin^F#ing in our fac^G#me. We ^Esee the sun ^F#shining in our fa^Bce.

So come ^G#mon, come on, we c^Ean be saved. The ^Blives we live, the ^F#wars we wage. When eve^G#mryone just te^Ells us how to f^Beel. W^F#e're sleeping at the w^Bheel.

And ^BI, I would give a^G#mnything. But for the gr^Eace of God. I'm ^F#here and still a^Bware. We k^Bnow the end is overrated. ^G#mWe've become the walls we raise. We d^Eon't believe en^F#ough but we still ca^G#mred. ^EStanding on the e^F#dge without a p^Brayer.

So com^G#me on, come on, it's a^Ell we got. Our ha^Bnds are full, our li^F#ves are not. The lo^G#mose affiliat^Eion with the r^Beal. ^F#We're sleeping at the ^Bwheel.

^BAll of the time we've lo^Est. All of the love we ga^Bve. And now these hands are t^F#ied. I can't help thinking.

That I ^Bwas in a daze, I was losing my place. I was s^G#mcreaming out at everything, waiting for the walls to come ^Edown. Before my mo^F#ments starts to f^G#made. But eve^Erything that's p^F#erfect falls aw^Bay.

So come^G#m on, come on, we c^Ean be saved. The li^Bves we live, the w^F#ars we wage. When ev^G#meryone just te^Ells us how to f^Beel. We're sl^F#eeping at the^B wheel.

^{B B B} We'^F#re sleeping at ^Bthe wheel. ^{B B B} Jus^F#t sleeping a^Bt the wheel. B B B B