Checking Out

You keep me hanging here

and you steal my time

while I wear my heart out on my sleeve,

oh, on my sleeve.



Me, I am falling down,

come see me drown

Checking Out the bottles

at the bar...



Like to be away so far....



(guitar solos)



Me, wonder will the wind blow?



Am I chasing snow, though I'll never show

my sorrow's face, my sorrow's face?



Oh you, do you have to toy with

a bolted chest in my mind's chaotic

lumber room, rattling on fair fortune's loom?



(ending chords)