D A D
D
A little out of place, a little out of time
A D
Sorta lost in space, racing the moon
G D G
Climbing the walls of this hurricane
G D A D
Still overall, I can?t complain
All I wanted was one chance to let freedom ring
They said I had to get a permit, tags and everything
I never made it through the red tape, I got this paper hat
I got a job working weekdays, you want fries with that
Chorus:
G
I got nothin to lose
D
Cause there?s nothin to gain
G G/F# Em D A
It?s like a one way ticket to cruise in that passing lane
D
I can?t complain
I was talkin with my girlfriend, I told her I was stressed
I said I'm going off the deep end, she said give it a rest
We?re all waiting in the dugout, wishin? we could pitch
How you gonna throw a shutout, if all you do is bitch
Chorus
So now I got a brand new dance, I need one more shot
I just need one last chance, you know I won?t get caught
I gotta make my last stand this time I can?t be bought
But then again on the other hand how much have you got
Chorus
A little out of place, a little out of tune
We?re all lost in space, racing the moon
Climbin? the walls of this hurricane
Still overall, I guess I can?t complain