Testi:
The Alternate Routes

I've been wasting my days, Good and reckless and true, I have danced in the dark at the edge of the water, Swinging my hips at the black and the blue

Most days, I'm burning in a fire, I got a cliche cold staring at my world, These days the bird is on the wire, Two fingers pull a pen, a half drawn picture

You came in time, I came around He's running late with the fella's down town You need a reason like a prayer He's never here, he's never there I'm going

I need a new distraction passing are the days and i see now that im fading like the sun on the window sil some things never change but i kno i will and

Well its five at night and im over you i wanna do whatever this empty bottle tells me to and im so excited that i feel no pain and finally everythings

I'm amazed at the state of misery Seven grades and they paid for your sympathy I watched the end of a friend and a family It's a dream, it's a trick,

1...2...3...4 Well he's waiting at the bus stop, seven years old Breathing on his collar in the freezing cold And he doesn't know a thing about minimum

Step outside and raise your hand Set your mind to see where I stand And show me my broken home I'll sell my heart, I see no use I can't explain the things

On and on Write a song that saves the world and don't be wrong Sing it up to god until she sings along Tell me how to walk the line Tell me how to lead