Song name: Driving in England

Capo4

C			       G/C
I picked up the phone, but it's 3 AM
F		    Fslidup2
across the atlantic ocean
the dialtone sounds different when it's filtered through
a dying sick cell's motion

Am 					C 
There's no sense in winding because you can't outlast
G 			Am
that perfect crystal inside
there's no sense syncing because it won't matter if 
you're a few minutes behind


C			G
Take 2 of these, don't call me
F			G
because I really don't have the time
we hippocratic hypocrites are just practicing
				C
until someone gets it right (until someone gets it right)


the second hand cracks off like a fragile smile
broken by the diagnosis
and the narcisistic OCDers wash their hands 
and call for another dozen roses

she's a pillar of medicine and society
but last night she woke up frozen
with all 36 blankets still crushing her
as she lost all the feeling in her toes and

C      G       F
her dreams are gone
C 	G      F
they're just melted thoughts
C                      G
and no one remembers anything

if it's older than a week
but if you're bold enough to speak
everyone knows that you're crazy

chor

C      G       F
her dreams are gone
C 	G      F
they're just melted thoughts
C                      G
and no one remembers anything

if it's older than a week
but if you're bold enough to speak            
everyone knows that you're crazy and she was crazy (ends on C)

chor 3x (someone gets it - take two of these)