Motown Never Sounded so Good

So you say all your 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 made your brand new face To match your brand new place You say all your distress calls have gone out And your ship is going down Well, I say it to myself all the time Stop living half a life, and stop Feeling like I'm half alive Yeah, 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've been 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 you own shoulder Things will never look up unless you start to move forward Well, I say it to myself all the time Stop living half a life, and stop Feeling like I'm half alive Yeah, 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 not satisfied I've wasted my time with this daily grind Yeah, I can't get enough I'm just getting by I can't stand this design for our bitter lives I keep feeling lost And I'm not satisfied With traffic and turnpikes and these tired eyes Yeah, I can't get enough Yeah, 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"