another f*cking day
it’s still a nine to five, i swear.
i don’t want to reach the top.
i don’t want to be a millionare.
i know that it may sound crazy,
but it’s driving me insane.
staring out the window of another f*cking train.
(chorus) we’re walking arm to arm. i won’t follow.
arm to arm. i won’t lead.
arm to arm. beside me until tomorrow.
arm to arm. you’re walking arm to arm with me.
i’m feeling kind of homesick when i smell the old pine tree.
i felt you in the breeze, i close my eyes, it’s not so easy for me.
once or twice, three times a charm.
we were walking arm to arm.
i wanted that for so d*mn long, but now it’s gone.
i’ve never been so wrong. drop me a line.
tell me everything that i’ve been missing.
won’t you drop me a line.
tell me where you’re gonna be when i get home.
2000 years more won’t end this war, my brother.
half empty, half full. you’re pushing, i’m pulling.
woooooah woah oh oh wooah oh oh
back in ’96, sometimes i sit and reminisce.
ook the train to hoboken,
i didn’t know it then,
but that is when i found my place outisde this so-called structured life.
married to my only love and music is my wife.