E    G

[Verse]

E 
I've got a job, I explore
E
I follow every little whiff
G                                 E
And I want my life to smell like this
E
Find a place, an ancient race,
D
the kind you’d like to gamble with
G                                     E
Where they'd stamp on burning bags of shit.


[Chorus]

C 
Lookin' for a place to happen
C                      E      G
Makin' stops along the way...


[Verse]

E 
Wayward ho, 'way we go
E
It’s a shame to leave this masterpeice,
G                                          E
With its gallery gods and its garbage bag trees 
E
So I'll paint a scene, from memory
D
So I’d know who murdered me,
G                                      E
It's a vain pursuit but it helps me to sleep.

[Chorus]

C 
Lookin' for a place to happen
C                      E                     
Makin' stops along the way...
C 
Lookin' for a place to happen
C                      A    G
Makin' stops along the way...


E    G
E    G
C    A    G    E

F       C              D 
Lookin' for a place to happen
F      C               D
Makin' stops along the way...

[Verse]

E 
Jaques Cartier; right this way,
D
I’ll put you're coat up on the bed.
G                                      E
Hey man you got a real bum's eye for clothes
E
And come on in, sit right down.
D
No you’re not the first to show,
G                                    E
we've all been here since, God who knows?


[Chorus]

C 
Lookin' for a place to happen
C                      E
Makin' stops along the way...
C 
Lookin' for a place to happen
C                      E
Makin' stops along the way...


[Outro]

G                            E
  Jaques Cartier, right this... way
G                                 E
  I’ll put you're coat up on the bed
                        G
You’ve got a real bum's eye for clothes
E            G
  Come on in... sit right down