The Floating Men — This Invisible Life

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[Intro]
E  A   E   A

[Verse 1]
E
I don’t ever get lost anymore
C#m                   G#
I’m never falling behind
A                                         E
Cause I don’t care where I wind up sleeping
       F#                              B
And nobody notices what time I arrive
A                  E
It feels like a Sunday morning out
C#m                    G#
I’m guessing it’s June
A                              E
Maybe that highway leads to paradise
F#                             B
Maybe it leads to the fountain of youth

[Chorus]
A                      E
I’m going to hire me a spotlight
A                         G#
And the finest crowd that money can buy
A                       C#m
I’m going to build me a grandstand
  F#                                 A
And stand around staring down at the barren ground
        E
Of this invisible life

E  A  E  A

[Verse 2]
E
I don’t dream about wealth anymore
            C#m                    G#
And I don’t let myself dream about fame
      A                         E
And I refuse to dream about the poacher’s daughter
       F#                          B
Or the laughter at midnight in the mud and the rain
A                      E
I’ve given up on ever joining the rodeo
        C#m                      G#
But I’d still make one hell of a spy
A                      E
I know I’ll never be a Hollywood Romeo
        F#                   B
I’m too easy to see through and so hard to find

[Chorus]
A                      E
I’m going to hire me a spotlight
A                         G#
And the finest crowd that money can buy
A                       C#m
I’m going to build me a grandstand
  F#                                  A
And stand around staring down at the barren ground
E
Of this invisible life

E  A  E  A

[Verse 3]
E
It’s a glorious world out here
          C#m      F#
And I’m a glorious man
           A                    E
And it’s a glorious day to wait around for a tow truck
F#                           B
With both axles stuck in the sugar-white sand
   A            E
It feels like a Sunday morning out
C#m              G#
Hell, maybe it’s noon
A                  E
Maybe that highway leads to the ocean
    F#                    B
And maybe it leads to the moon

[Chorus]
A                      E
I’m going to hire me a spotlight
A                         G#
And the finest crowd that money can buy
A                       C#m
I’m going to build me a grandstand
  F#                                  A
And stand around staring down at the barren ground
E
Of this invisible life

E  A  E  A