Tragically Hip - Music at work

^CEverything is bleak. ^GIt’s the middle of the night. ^FYou’re all alone and ^Cthe dummies might be right. ^GYou feel like a jerk. ^FMy music at work. ^CMy music at work.

^CAvoid trends and cliches. ^GDon’t try to be up to date. ^FAnd when the sunlight hits the olive oil ^Cdon’t hesitate. The night’s so long it ^Fhurts My music at wo^Crk.

^CIn a symbol too far ^Gor the anatomy of a stain; ^Fto determine where you are, in a sink full of Ga^Cnges, I’d remain - No matter what you h^Geard in my music at w^Fork. My music at w^Gork. My music at w^Cork.

^CI call it, ’Olga Waits; ^GThe cloud that entertains ^Fthe dim possibility of showing some res^Ctraint. The rain came down bers^Gerk. My music at w^Cork.

^COn a star beyond the chart ^Gor the dark side of a drop of rain. ^Fdetermining where you are, in a sink full of Ga^Cnges, I remain No ma^Gtter what you heard. My music at wo^Frk. My music at wo^Crk.

^CEverythng is bleak. ^GIt’s the middle of the night. ^FYou’re all alone and the dum^Cmies might be right. ^GOutside, the darkness lurks. ^FMy music at work. ^CMy music at work.

^CHey fallen hummingbird, ^Gmy music at work. ^FFrom the middle of the earth, ^Cmy music at work. ^GBound for bed without dessert, ^Fmy music at work. ^CMy music at work.