What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
That came before and I’m still looking for that now
It took centuries to build these twisted cities
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
And all the tour guide could say was take your pictures folks it’s late
And try your best please to remember what was done
Don’t look so forlorn
Don’t you look so scared
Don’t get so upset
This world was never fair
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
Now you just find one
I used to think that time was of the essence
Now I just wish I could get some sleep
All this strange parade of sounds
The city makes when I lie down
Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
And I guess that I can see it from the side
Maybe no one really seems to be
The person that they mean to be
I hope I am forgotten when I die
Don’t contradict me
Don’t make me cross the line
If you feel threatened
It’s only because I might
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
Yes there are hundreds of ways
So you best find one
All my heroes they’re all talk
Running in circles
Some stop, watch, some chaos
Love was the message, full stop
We ramble on and on
We ramble on and on
Hey
I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina
Sold them out in Bakersfield for cash
Now the bandshell had a band
Sound like an arcade in Japan
Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
Now any sucker can turn boredom into violence
A sociopath riding on a bus
And his irises are black from his novelty contacts
He looks around but he can’t see the rest of us
In my sunglasses
Don’t mind the blinding light
Yeah it’s getting dark, bro
But I've always loved the night
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways
To get through the day
Just find one
What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
That came before and I’m still looking for that now
It took centuries to build these twisted cities
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
And all the tour guide could say was take your pictures folks it’s late
And try your best please to remember what was done
Don’t look so forlorn
Don’t you look so scared
Don’t get so upset
This world was never fair
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
Now you just find one
I used to think that time was of the essence
Now I just wish I could get some sleep
All this strange parade of sounds
The city makes when I lie down
Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
And I guess that I can see it from the side
Maybe no one really seems to be
The person that they mean to be
I hope I am forgotten when I die
Don’t contradict me
Don’t make me cross the line
If you feel threatened
It’s only because I might
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
Yes there are hundreds of ways
So you best find one
All my heroes they’re all talk
Running in circles
Some stop, watch, some chaos
Love was the message, full stop
We ramble on and on
We ramble on and on
Hey
I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina
Sold them out in Bakersfield for cash
Now the bandshell had a band
Sound like an arcade in Japan
Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
Now any sucker can turn boredom into violence
A sociopath riding on a bus
And his irises are black from his novelty contacts
He looks around but he can’t see the rest of us
In my sunglasses
Don’t mind the blinding light
Yeah it’s getting dark, bro
But I've always loved the night
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways
To get through the day
Just find one
What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
That came before and I’m still looking for that now
It took centuries to build these twisted cities
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
And all the tour guide could say was take your pictures folks it’s late
And try your best please to remember what was done
Don’t look so forlorn
Don’t you look so scared
Don’t get so upset
This world was never fair
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
Now you just find one
I used to think that time was of the essence
Now I just wish I could get some sleep
All this strange parade of sounds
The city makes when I lie down
Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
And I guess that I can see it from the side
Maybe no one really seems to be
The person that they mean to be
I hope I am forgotten when I die
Don’t contradict me
Don’t make me cross the line
If you feel threatened
It’s only because I might
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
Yes there are hundreds of ways
So you best find one
All my heroes they’re all talk
Running in circles
Some stop, watch, some chaos
Love was the message, full stop
We ramble on and on
We ramble on and on
Hey
I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina
Sold them out in Bakersfield for cash
Now the bandshell had a band
Sound like an arcade in Japan
Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
Now any sucker can turn boredom into violence
A sociopath riding on a bus
And his irises are black from his novelty contacts
He looks around but he can’t see the rest of us
In my sunglasses
Don’t mind the blinding light
Yeah it’s getting dark, bro
But I've always loved the night
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways
To get through the day
Just find one