| Motown Never Sounded So Good |
| So you say, All you white flags are up, And that you've had enough. And you're tired of collecting dust, You say everything always looks the same. And you need, A brand new face, To match a brand new place. You say all your distress calls have gone out. And your ship is going down. Well, I'll say it to myself all the time. Stop living half a life and stop, Felling like I'm half alive. I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied. I've wasted my time with this daily grind. In single file lines, Is this real life? I keep telling myself sometimes, What matters is on the inside. Do you remember when we had all the answers? And can you really remember, When we wished for anything better. Does it feel like it's been forever, Does it feel like a broken record? Head full of yesterdays, You keep wishing your life away, You can't keep looking over your own shoulder. Things will never look up unless you start to look forward. Well, I'll say it to myself all the time. Stop living half a life and stop, Felling like I'm half alive. I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied. I've wasted my time with this daily grind. In single file lines, Is this real life? I keep telling myself sometimes, What matters is on... the inside. I can't get enough, I'm just getting by, I can't stand this design for out bitter lives. I keep feeling lost, I'm not satisfied, With traffic and turnpikes, And these tired eyes. I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied. I've wasted my time with this daily grind. In single file lines, Is this real life? I keep telling myself sometimes, What matters is on... the inside. |