{t:Driving Me Backwards}
{st:Written by Brian Eno}
{st:Tabbed by Christopher C Heckman (checkman@math.gatech.edu)}

[D]Oh____[Bm]______[D]______[Bm]______ I'll be there,
[D]Oh, driving me [Bm]backwards, kid's [D]like me, gotta be [Bm]crazy.
[D]Moving me for[Bm]wards, you must [D]think that I'm [Bm]lazy,
[D]Meet my re[Bm]lations, all of [D]them grinning like [Bm]face-packs.
[D]Such sweet inspir[Bm]ations curl [D]me up, a flag in an [Bm]ice-cap,
[D]Now I've found a [Bm]sweetheart, treats me [D]good, just like an [Bm]armchair.

{c:(SOLO)}

[D]I try to think about [Bm]nothing, diffi[D]cult, I'm most tempera[Bm]mental,
[D]I gave up my good [Bm]living, typi[D]cal, I'm most senti[Bm]mental.
[D]Ah, Luana's black [Bm]reptiles, sli[D]ding 'round, take chemical [Bm]choices,
As [D]she responds as ex[Bm]pected, to the on[D]ly sound, hysterical [Bm]voices.
And [D]you are driving me [Bm]backwards, kid's [D]like me gotta be
[Bm]Cra______[D]______[Bm]zy, I______I [D]doo doo doo dodoo [Bm]dodah, I'll be there.