B    G#m          E
We spent six long weeks in the sun
        B           G#m                E
Getting higher than life was an idea I called fun
          B                G#m E
There was nothing twisting my  gut
          B         G#m    E
There was nothing I felt I had to run from
     B   G#m  E
I was ho-o-m-me
     B   G#m  E
I was ho-o-m-me

[Interlude]
C#m E B
G#m E B
G#m E
B G#m E x2

[Verse 2]
         B         G#m
Drinking fire like wine
         E
A couple liquor store diamonds
    B            G#m       E
The tales of the girls and places they've been
            B      G#m          E
And something like regret was a foreign concept

[Outro]
     B   G#m  E
I was ho-o-m-me x8