A                                Bm
Most the time it’s the rat race, on the road to find my face
G                            A
I will always lose the mask, tell the band to cart it back
D                              Bm
Coming up from landscape lows, coming home in dirty clothes
G                             A
Pockets full of empty change, I will always rearrange them


[Chorus]
Bm                             G
There’s a hornets’ nest in my, head
D                          F#
What am I supposed to do?, how am I to carry you?
Bm                          G
Disappointment longs in my, heart 
D                           F#     G      A      A#   
Just to plant another seed, I will find a way to feed them 


[Verse]
A                             Bm      
I rehearse this on the plane, hydroplane in mourning rain
G                               A
Barely fill your lights butane, little sparks but fire’s wane
D                            Bm
Most the time I’m a burnout, juggling life from hand to mouth
G                       A                           
I enact a show for you, try will let it go for you 


[Instrumental]
A


[Chorus]
Bm                              G  
And the question burns thru my, head
D                         F#
What am I supposed to do? How am I to carry them thru?
Bm                        G
It’s puzzle missing it’s, parts
D                                    F#    G        A     A# 
Half of life that seems short lived, Maybe all that I can give them


[Verse]
A                              Bm
Coming up from landscape lows, coming home in shoddy clothes
G                             A             F#   E       
I will simply have to change, I will always rearrange my face


[Outro]
D                 Bm
Mmm               Gun it, no don’t
G                 A          F#  E       
Gun it, no don’t, Gun it, no don’t  
D                 Bm
Mmm               Gun it, no don’t
G                 A          F#  E
Gun it, no don’t, Gun it, no don’t