Another fucking 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 fucking 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 damn 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.



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