[Strophe]
           Dm                  Am 
It takes a beaten up animal to put em all away 
A#                     F 
Rushing me around and sending me astray 
           Dm               Am 
Don't you lie to me, yes we finally 
      A#                     F 
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut  
Dm                                Am 
Packing up my suitcase, cause I'm going far away 
    A#                         F 
I'm going to a place where the credit cards 
      Dm                    Am 
Don't decline on me, yes we finally 
      A#                     F 
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut
[Refrain]
 Gm   C     Am 
She took her time 
 Dm      Gm 
Took my mind 
    C       Am   Dm 
But forget mine  
 Gm     C        Am 
Me in my frame of mind 
   Dm       Gm 
We took our time 
 C          Am   Dm 
But she took mine
[Strophe]
    Dm                       Am 
We're remotely secluded in this far away place 
A#                            F 
Heading to a land where everything is okay 
            Dm            Am 
Don't think suddenly that you and me 
      A#                     F 
Got a handle on the doors we open and close  
        Dm                     Am 
Can you take a little time ego balance your ways                                 
      A#                      F 
Cause everything we do and we put on display 
      Dm               Am 
Maybe you and me are a little the same 
   A#                     F 
So what do you think of-a what we've made?
[Refrain]
 Gm   C     Am 
She took her time 
 Dm      Gm 
Took my mind 
    C       Am   Dm 
But forget mine  
 Gm     C        Am 
Me in my frame of mind 
     Dm       Gm 
We took our time 
      C       Am         Dm 
But she took mine