Am                 C 
Every day seems to find another way 
Em                            G 
To lead me to a place where I don’t want to stay. 
Am                              C 
I just want to cling to the pieces 
Em                       G 
Of what’s been tossed away. 
 
You know it’s just so hard to find 
Any rhyme or methodology in these here times 
It’s gotten harder 
To put my foot in the door 
After so many years spent 
Looking up from the floor. 
 
Chorus: 
G                 D      
I looked up and Lord, I looked down 
Am                    C 
Been around them quandary towns. 
G                 D 
Been pulled right through the wringer 
Am                      C                 G 
Lord the world's out to shoot me the finger. 
 
So tired of running into those 
Who have something to say about every thing. 
I guess they got all the right answers, 
Provided you got the right questions for them. 
 
Am-C 
 
Em 
The right questions, 
G 
Yes, the right questions.   (2x)