Lyrics

He moves through the week, moves through imaginary lines Its boots to the weak, moves through advantages in life We're heading down the road tonight! (We're heading down the road tonight!) Take me to the bridge And something out there still isn't right Our love is true, but it'll be so damn hard... It's never gonna be the way I like. It's never gonna seem the way I like So we must find our way home And no one likes the wait Oh, wе gotta find... He's used to routine. Usеd to imaginary luck Its boots to the weak... Well if you want it to be, baby: well its your natural form... And if you had a degree, baby: then its an optional course... Well if you want it to be, baby: well its your natural form... And if you had a degree, maybe: then its an option of course... It's what you wanted to be, baby: and it's a natural force And if you had a degree, maybe: it'd be an option of course You're never gonna reach, never gonna reach until you try It's never gonna be the way I like. It's never gonna seem the way I like So we must find our way home And no one likes the wait Oh, we gotta find... Oh, we gotta find... So we must try to carry on... So we must try to carry on... So we must try to carry on... So we must try to carry on...