Allah-Las - On Our Way

Tell a different story
One we've never heard
Set a path to glory
Disguise it as absurd
Stumbled all too often
Feeling rather ill
Take the time to soften
An all too bitter pill
Awful bitter still
And all the while, I miss the smile
Only one
And all the while I'm far too shy to be fun
Find the excuse to be gone, turn away
Far from the sound, as they say
On our way

Head across the map
Too far to look back
No time to relax now
Tighten up the slack
Every night's a soiree
Every day's a dream
Every vision thwarted, inescapably
By the last to see
And all the while, I miss the smile
Only one
And all the while, I'm far too numb to be fun
Find the excuse to be gone, turn away
Far from the crowd, as they say,
On our way