Standard (EADGBE)

Called in sick for work,

 said the fevers getting worse. There's a lot of that going 'round

I packed a duffle bag

 With some clothes from the attic. It's getting colder in the evening

I hocked my pocket watch

 And a couple old guitars. I could hardly stand to play them

I drew all my savings out

 Closed my bank account. Stuck the money in the glove box

I drove away on Monday

 I couldn't say where I was going to

 It's just something I had to do

I was bored of it by Thursday

 driving aimlessly down aimless interstates

 searching for queues

Yeah for you

And I don't know where you are

 I guess I haven't looked to hard, cause I'm afraid that I might find you

Is it special where you are?

 Like Xanadu or Shangri-La? Is it anything like Omaha?

I called in sick on Monday

 I was already of the next couple of days

 Some bullshit escape

I was back to work on Thursday

 yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat

 The fever bit me, yeah it bit me

 But I been sleeping and taking things

 I think I've got it beat...

And I don't know where you are

 I bet I'll never find you out. There's a lot of that going 'round