Guitar chord A Thousand Miles Away

Key:  A
          
A
                                                            
D
 
Estimated time of arrival 9.30 a.m.
          
A
                                                                                                    
D
 
Been up before the sun and now I'm tired before I even begin
E
                                    
F#m7
                  
Bm7
                          
E
 
(Now you're flying) I got so much work in front of me,
                                      
F#m7
                          
Bm7
                      
A
 
(Really flying) it stretches out far as the eye can see
            
D
 
I can see
            
A
                                                                                                                      
D
 
Spend half my life in airports doing crosswords and attempting to sleep
          
A
                                                                                                              
D
 
And when the bar is open then you'll often find me warming a seat
E
                                  
F#m7
                      
Bm7
                                
E
 
(Now you're flying) I never find a place where I can stay
                              
F#m7
                          
Bm7
                      
A
 
(Really flying) I'd rather be a thousand miles away
                                
D
 
Thousand miles away
A
                                                                                                                              
D
 
Working for yourself sometimes ain't all that it's cracked up to be
                          
A
                                                                                                        
D
 
It can be as lonely at the top as at the bottom of that corporate tree
E
                                            
F#m7
                    
Bm7
                          
E
 
(Now you're flying) I'm told I'm going places - who can say?
                                
F#m7
                                            
Bm7
                              
A
 
(Really flying) I might arrive but I'll be gone the very next day
                                
D
 
I must be on my way
                                  
A
 
A thousand miles away
A
  
C#m
    
F#m
    
D
 
A
  
C#m
    
F#m
    
D
 
Promised to myself someday I'd take the time and try to make sense
Out of all those opportunities I've lost from trying to sit on the fence