Wherever I Live

C  Am  C  Am  G  C

                           Am
There's yelling in the hallway
 C                   Am                 G
I found refuge on a twin bed of this three-star hotel
 C                            Am
I hear the laughter from the TV
   C                       Am              C
Static, Rachel talks to Phoebe about the cat that smells
        G                    Am   C
And I know this place is haunted, oh
                            Am                        C
I swear I hear somebody knocking, but I can't really tell

                   Am
And this outlet's busted
                                G
Phone died, and I can't charge it
                                  G
What a life, man, what a life this is, mmm

                        Am
Just me, myself, and nothing
                           G
But I taught me how to love it
                     C
Home is wherever I live

Am  C   Am C
Ah, ah, ah ah
Am  C   Am C
Ah, ah, ah ah

                   Am
I remember I owe mom a call
C                                 Am     G            C
As I hang my stray hairs on the shower walls for decoration
          G                 Am
I wonder what I'd hear if rooms could talk
  C                             Am
And I wonder why I'm thinking that at all
             C
I'm going crazy

                      Am
And this toilet's rusted
                            G
Food came, but I don't trust it
                                C
What a life, man, what a life this is, yeah

                        Am
Just me, myself and nothing
                             G
But I taught me how to love it
                     C
Home is wherever I live

Am  C  Am  C
Ah, ah, ah ah
Am  C  Am  C
Ah, ah, ah ah

 Am                       C
Hard to sleep sometimes with no one by my side
Am                          G
I do my best to find the sense in it
  Am                       C
The more the days go by, the more myself and I
  Am                            G
Shake hands and realize the benefits of independence

  C
And it's really something
  Am
To make homes of worn-out luggage
  C
What a life, man, what a life this is, yeah

  C
Just me, myself and nothing
 Am
But somehow I've learned to love it
  C
Home is wherever I live

Am  C  Am  C
Ah, ah, ah ah
 Am                 C
Home is wherever I live
Am  C   Am C
Ah, ah, ah ah
 Am                 C
Home is wherever I live

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