Trampled By Turtles - Jars at home

^DHollow headed ^Gmoments in your ^Deyes, ^Bmshouldn't come to ^Gme as no sur^Aprise, that she ^Dloves me when I'm ^Ggone, but when I'm ^Dhere I'm all ^Galone, ^Dleft to wander ^Ahopelessly a^Dgain.

^DI got a woman and ^Gshe's a friend of ^Dmine, ^Bmshe likes to pretend ^Gthat she never ^Acries. I can ^Dsee her on the ^Gstairs, and lord it's ^Dmore than I can ^Gbear, ^Dbut my head can't ^Asimply turn ^Daway.

^BmThere's a room as ^Gcold as it is ^Dlonely, ^Bmbuild it up bo^Gys, tear it ^Adown.

^DAll the devil's ^Gweight upon my ^Dback, ^Bmall I wish for ^Gbabe is what I ^Alack. ^DNo matter how I ^Gtry, I never ^Dseem to walk the ^Gline, and ^Dall the world is ^Akept in jars at ^Dhome. Yes ^Dall the world is ^Gkept in jars at ^Dhome.