歌詞
Shed your clothes in a straight line
There's no view from the outside
I'm comatose in a birdbath
I am the smell of rehab
3am, but it's daylight
I mean, of course it is
3:10, oh, it's night time
I am coming down with the crazy spin
I've walked enough to know
That I can make it three more feet
Bleach stains on my T-Shirt
Another 15 dollars throwing away
4:09 on the counter
I'm up late, drinking, cleaning place
Midday I'm a teacher
I mean, of course I am
Bleary-eyed educator
I am helpful if I could know the reward
I talk enough to know
I'll convince a few more minds
If they only have the time
Wait up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always almost late
Or on the bus to somewhere
I hold myself to keep me warm enough to stay awake
Doing drugs on Venice Beach and you don't know me
I'm unplugged from your outreach and you don't own me
Anything just to fall asleep 'cause you don't know me
The aftermath of the birds in view
Is someone just like me at some point
Wait up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always almost late
I've walked enough to know it
I've talked enough to show it
If I only had the time
If I only had the time
Wait up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always on the way
Way up
I'm always on the way
Written by: The Jon Hill Project
