Текст песни Wagons East

How many times?

Have I traversed these tired streets

Traced the faded yellow lines

With enough revolutions per minute to last a lifetime

Whispered cries of fragmented asphalt

Groaning with contempt

Longing for a life, a life less habitual

We spend our days, tracing beaten paths

Clutching at our memories, most will never last

With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light

We may never see the road ahead

(We haven't got the sight)

So accelerate the daily grind and watch the hours fly

Collared shirts once crisp and clean

Now sag with all the weight, the weight of all this grey

A slave or sorts, bound in great green chains
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Choker held tight by a master called tomorrow

But I can't understand wasting the best years

Just to enjoy the ones so close to the end

We spend our days, tracing beaten paths

Clutching at our memories, most will never last

With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light

We may never see the road ahead

So open up your dreary eyes

And gouge them out with crimson regret

So many chances you have missed

So much time has slipped right through your fingers...

We spend our days, tracing beaten paths

Clutching at our memories, most will never last

With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light

We may never see the road ahead

(We haven't got the sight)