Motown Never Sounded So Good

So you say, all your white flags are up and that you've had enough

And that you were 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 and a life and stop feeling like I'm half alive"

I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied, I've wasted my time with

This daily grind, in single file line, 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

Just to feel like it's been forever, does it feel like

A broken record, a head full of yesterdays

You keep wishing your life away

You keep looking over you own shoulder

Things'll never look up unless you start to move forward

Well I say it to myself all the time

"Stop living half and a life and stop feeling like I'm half alive"

I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied

I've wasted my time with this daily grind

In single file line, is this real life

I've been 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

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

I can't get enough, I'm not satisfied

I've wasted my time with this daily grind

In single file line, is this real life

I've been telling myself sometimes, what matters is on the inside