Another fucking day, it's still a nine to five, I swear
I don't want to reach the top, I don't want to be a millionaire
I know that it may sound crazy but it's driving me insane
Staring out the window of another fucking train
We're walking arm to arm
I won't follow arm to arm
I won't lead arm to arm
Beside me until tomorrow arm to arm
You're walking arm to arm with me, with me
I'm feeling kind of homesick when I smell the old pine tree
I felt you in the breeze, I close my eyes, it's not so easy for me
Once or twice, three times a charm, we were walking arm to arm
I wanted that for so damn long, but now it's gone
I've never been so wrong. drop me a line
Tell me everything that I've been missing
Won't you drop me a line
Tell me where you're gonna be when I get home
2000 years more won't end this war, my brother
Half empty, half full, you're pushing, I'm pulling
Woah, woah, woah
Back in '96, sometimes I sit and reminisce
Took the train to Hoboken, I didn't know it then
But that is when I found my place outside this so-called structured life
Married to my only love and music is my wife
We're walking arm to arm
I won't follow arm to arm
I won't lead arm to arm
Beside me until tomorrow arm to arm
You're walking arm to arm with me, with me
With me