It could just be me but there's a phoniness about The magic and the mystery of 3 A.M. Pondering not so much the meaning of life More the miles per lonely
Half up the hill, as near to you now as I ever will be All mixed up, nowhere to go All these remotes but I'm not in control Out of sight still in reach
waiting to blast away, blast away Away for adventure, a trip of a lifetime of discovery And you are the captain, going without me California sunshine, north London
There's little left to fight except the demons inside A pandemonium of pride The measure of a man, as seen on TV All the things that you could be Just
Driving me insane All the people going nowhere Going nowhere slow All the people going nowhere Going nowhere slow Saw the apocalypse licking its lips
You can hear the night is calling with its sentences unended And the promises it seldom ever keeps I have to hear some music, make the windows shake Either
This is a message, this is a wake up call If you've fallen further than you thought you could fall Go on, get up now, you screwed yourself to the floor
A lined red face burns in the sun, frying on the pavement This mr. t endorses rum, now you know T for tenants from the can, it's the choice of champions
Here come the getaway car Inside the getaway star Here come the getaway car The getaway car don't get that far Here come the getaway car Inside the getaway
Are you jealous, still super zealous? Do you miss it or kiss and dismiss it? Do you get the guest list Maybe the second best list Or are you lining up
