Verse 1:
She's [B]on her way to work, her heart is wearing thin
The tattoos leave a mark from everywhere she's been
Cause she's [E]never in one place, she takes it on the chin
Now tears are welling up and they are rushing down her skin
While she's [B]pushing through the door, she hides behind a grin
But no one really knows how sad she feels within
[E]Ohhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhh
[Esus2]Life goes on, put a [E]sad song on
Chorus:
She's [B]tryna go the distance, but she's running out of love
It [D#m]doesn't make a difference, no it's never quite enough
Buys [E]chocolate bars and magazines, the things that make her smile
But she falls down, down, [E]down
She's on her way [B]back to work at 7, when the morning sun is up
She [D#m]goes home at 11 with her coat all buttoned up
Buys [E]cigarettes and DVDs, the thing that make her smile
But she falls down, down, down
She's on her way to [B]nowhere
Verse 2:
[B]Driving in the rain to her house right up the road
Her name is on the mailbox but it never feels like home
When she's [E]climbing into bed, you know, she's climbing all alone
When she's climbing into bed, she's climbing on her own
[E]ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh
[Esus2]Life goes on, put a [E]sad song on
Chorus:
She's [B]tryna go the distance, but she's running out of love
It [D#m]doesn't make a difference, no it's never quite enough
Buys [E]chocolate bars and magazines, the things that make her smile
But she falls down, down, [E]down
She's on her way [B]back to work at 7, when the morning sun is up
She [D#m]goes home at 11 with her coat all buttoned up
Buys [E]cigarettes and DVDs, the thing that make her smile
But she falls down, down, down
She's on her way to [B]nowhere
Verse 3:
He's [B]working at the bar and takes a later shift
A little drunk and far too young to end up just like this
When he takes [E]her by the hand, she does not resist
They're on their way to nowhere because nowhere sure beats this
Chorus:
She's [B]tryna go the distance, now she's got a little love
A [D#m]little makes a difference, even if it's not enough
The [E]chocolate bars and magazines, just leave 'em on the shelf
And put 'em down, down, [E]down
She's on her way [B]back to work at 7, when the morning sun is up
They [D#m]drive home at 11 to smoke cigarettes and stuff
The DVDs and memories, you keep them to yourself
From the way down, down, down
They're on their way to [B]nowhere
