Am

[Verse 1]
Am             Am7
Drawn up all my findings
      Am7               Fmaj7
And I warn you they are candid
   Am          Am7
My every day begins
       Am7                Fmaj7
With reminders I've been stranded on this
Am                Am7
Planet where I've landed
            Am7             Fmaj7
'Neath this gray as granite sky
  C/G             G                    D                 Dsus2
A place I wake up blushing like I'm ashamed to be alive

[Pre-Chorus]
Am             Am7                             Fmaj7               
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
Am             Am7                           Fmaj7         
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
Am                  Am7                                      Fmaj7                 
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
C/G                     G            D
Trodding the sod of the visible with no new word from God

[Chorus]
           Fmaj7                      Am   G C G
We're just drinking margaritas at the mall
       Fmaj7                            Am   G C G
That's what this stuff adds up to after all
  Fmaj7
Magenta, orange, acid green
Am      G        C    G
Peacock blue and burgundy
Fmaj7                      Am
Drinking margaritas at the mall

[Verse 2]
Am              Am7                             Fmaj7
Standing in the shadows of the signposts on the road
Am             Am7                           Fmaj7
Fifty gates of understanding, forty-nine are closed
Am                Am7                                  Fmaj7
Yes, I guess this time I really hit that number on the nose
C/G                  G           D                    Dsus2
What I'd give for an hour with a tower on the throne


[Pre-Chorus]
Am             Am7                             Fmaj7               
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
Am             Am7                           Fmaj7         
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
Am                  Am7                                      Fmaj7                 
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
C/G                     G            D
Trodding the sod of the visible with no new word from God

[Chorus]
           Fmaj7                      Am    G C G
We're just drinking margaritas at the mall
     Fmaj7                       Am    G C G
This happy hour's got us by the balls
  Fmaj7
Magenta, orange, acid green
Am      G        C    G
Peacock blue and burgundy
Fmaj7                      Am   G C G
Drinking margaritas at the mall
      Fmaj7                       Am   G C G
We're drinking margaritas at the mall
Fmaj7                       Am
Drinking margaritas at the mall