Motown Never Sounded So Good

So you say, all you 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 need a brand new face

To match a brand new place

You say 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

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

Do you remember when we had all the answers

And can you really remember

When we wished 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 your own shoulder

Things will never look up unless you start to look forward

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

I can’t get enough; I’m just getting by

I can’t stand this design for our bitter lives

I keep feeling lost, I’m not satisfied

With traffic lights 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 lines, is this real life?

I keep telling myself sometimes what matters is on the inside