E                             B
There's no smoking here, my friend, it's 2010
      A                    Amaj7
Where everything is always exactly like Tom says
  E                                  B
I see the haze for miles through my (???) eyes
   A                             Amaj7
My stomach turns to water and my lips turn to goodbyes
         E                         B
And as I melt into the side of the road, (Cath?)
  A                              Amaj7
I whisper all the words that I'm far too scared to ever scream out, like:
E                            B
Please, please, validate me! I'm out on a limb here.
A                         Amaj7              E
All I wanna do is make my friends and family proud.


[Chorus 1]
        E                                          B
One day I'll live somewhere that the trains run on time.
            F#m                             A                E
And I'll be wrapped up in South London when you kiss Florida goodbye.
       Emaj7
And it feels like hell.
    F#m                         A                             E
The sleeping pills you gave me, darling, they work very, very well.


[Verse 2]
           E                           B
They put a tax on everything I need to live.
   A                                Amaj7
My train fines are piling up and it costs too much for cigarettes,
    E                            B
And so I work for cash, building houses with my friend's dad.
A                           Amaj7
The pay's pretty good and I get to use my hands.
      E                              B
And I got a little saved. As much as I can put away.
           A                                          Amaj7
Enough for food (hidden in?) a sleeping bag for when we slip New South Wales.
          E             B
And we'll hussle (???), you can get a drop to drink
A                        Amaj7            E
Because you know we can't go to sleep without it.


[Chorus 2]
        E                                          B
One day I'll live somewhere that the trains run on time.
            F#m                             A                E
And I'll be shacked up in South London when you kiss Florida goodbye.
       Emaj7
And it feels like hell.
    F#m                         A
The sleeping pills you gave me, darling, they work very, very-
F#m                         A
Sleeping pills you gave me, darling, they work very, very-
F#m                         A                             E
Sleeping pills you gave me, darling, they work very, very well.