verse 1 
                    Fmaj7 
Night sunshine, the ghetto-bird chimes 4am 
               C      Am 
Welcome to the West a mosquito to kiss your hands and feet 
Fmaj7        G             C 
     Welcome to this dirty business 
  Fmaj7     C    Fmaj7                      C 
I was  surprised       when you called me a lady 
          Am           G                       Fmaj7 
Cause I'm still not so sure that that's what I wanna be 
Em                   Am   C 
Cause I remember the 80's 
Fmaj7                   Am            C 
     And I remember its puffy sleeves 
Fmaj7                     C 
     You say I'm lucky to be here 
           Am                C 
Then maybe you can take this over 
         Fmaj7                          Am        C  G 
And I'll gladly wear the pants into the next century 
Fmaj7                       C 
     Past the scanners with ease 
     Am        C             Fmaj7 
Past armies of them who once played in a band 
    Am           C               Fmaj7 
And wasted it complaining like a trust fund kid 
Am            C                    Fmaj7 
Paying you to play here while they hate you because of it 
C             Em       Fmaj7 
  You say I'm lucky to be here 
              C           G  Fmaj7 
But I've been driving for 21 days 


INTERLUDE 
C   G   Fmaj7 
Oh  Oh  Oh 
C   G   Fmaj7 
Oh  Oh  Oh 
C   G   Fmaj7 
Oh  Oh  Oh 


verse 2 
Em                         C 
  What's that nasty sound?   The e-brake drags the ground 
     G                        C 
God, if you only knew what my candied fist could do 
    G                               C 
The curtain's closing in from all directions 
               G                     C 
Just answer my question perhaps it's best if I continue 
         G                C 
Starring me as you, me as you 
         G                C 
Starring me as you, me as you 
              G          C 
And there you are at the edge of the world 
    G                             C 
Mmm-mmm dangling with my heart a' pounding 
        Am                G 
Above a gulf of hamstrung promises 
    Fmaj7 
You sang like Auld Lang Syne 
G   Am           C                 Fmaj7 
You wanted it so badly that you believed them at the time 
C                       Am 
  Every fashion's flame    every jet plane lie 
C                            Fmaj7            Am 
Every second helping of that off-ramp fame we die a little 


OUTRO 
       C              Am 
You're right I'm from Nowhere 
       C              Am 
You're right I'm from Nowhere 
       C              Am 
You're right I'm from Nowhere 
       C 
You're right