My ^Cdays have little ^Cmaj7glamour Writing ^Fmemos, making ^Ccalls And ^Fwincing at the ^Cgrammar Written ^Don the bathroom walls It's all ^Fschool supplies and ^Gbudget size And ^Cwading through red ^Dtape That's ^Fmwhy I love the ^Ctheater ^Dm7It's ^Fmaj7how ^GI es^Cmaj7cape

^Cmaj7We look to ^Dm7you ^Cmaj7To take us ^Dm7away From the ^Cmaj7soul-crushing ^Dm7jobs And e^Cmaj7masculating ^Cpay When our ^Flives come up short And our ^Fmhopes are sad and few You ^Cwhisk us off to ^Am7some place strange and ^D7susnew ^{D7 F G}

^Cmaj7We look to ^Dm7you In ^Cmaj7good times and ^Dm7bad The ^Cmaj7worlds you cre^Dm7ate Make the ^Cmaj7real ones seem less ^Csad The ^Fcurtain goes up And ^Fmevery now and then it ^Cfeels as if we're ^Am7coming home ^D7susagain ^{D7 D7sus} Yes, coming ^D7home ^G7susagain ^{G7 G7sus G7}

We ^Bbsusneed a place to run to When ^Ebeverything goes wrong When the ^Bbsusanswer to each problem Is to ^Ebburst into a song And ^Dsusstandard rules of logic just ^Gsimply don't apply When ^D7suspeople dance in unison and no one wonders why

^Cmaj7We look to ^Fyou As ^Cmaj7strange as it ^Fseems When re^Cmaj7ality ^Fgoes to ^Cscary new extremes So don't ^Fever give up And ^Fmthis I guarantee Next time you ^Cthink no one ^Am7cares ^DsusYou can ^D7loo^Gk to ^Cmaj7me ^{Dm7 F C}