Тексты песен The Alternate Routes

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 of a dream, And here between the writing on

Is there somewhere to be, when you're watching TV, Should it feel like more than a Monday? When you live in some town, hanging around, Are we all just waiting on someday? See, I miss you most days, in