Moderate Country
C G
v1: Of all the places on my mind, which one sticks out most?
F F/G C G-F-F/G C G
The science-fiction past, or some cliché. Tryin’ hard to get a life; a never-ending joke.
F F/G C A-Ab/C
My turnip’s out of blood, please go away.

A G D A G D
cho: It isn’t odd how lovers are the losers. And those who love the most will lose it all.
My love’s been compared to pure insanity. (The) phone rings off the hook: A collect call.

v2: “Babe, had to call you back – but (I) don’t know what for.
Guess I can’t pretend that I don’t care.
No one ever had this much affect on me before, hello, hello…darlin’? – are you there?”

cho 2: I could sing forever 'bout the pleasantries, or find my love aboard a singles cruise.
You’d think I wouldn’t let that get the best of me.
So why then, am I drinkin’ over you?