Lyrics: Grant in search of a new voice you burnt all your lyrics and flew to a
new town "one of the has beens" that
was your phrase but what about show-biz? that way that way that way in my
appartment six white horses wood turns
electric inspired by shadows driven by
tears you won't rest, till you're back on
the boards that way that way that way or nothing at all I hear it's cold now the worst one on record hope that you keep
warm I guess I'll be leaving now is the
best time on the Atlantic we'll all climb that way that way that way or nothing at
all it's only time away
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