"but no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be; i hope i am forgotten when i die"

What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine What a dream to just be walking on the ground What a time to live among the ashen remnants of our love It came before and I'm still looking for that now It took centuries to build these twisted cities It took seconds to reduce them down to dust And all the tour guide could say was "Take your pictures folks it's late, try your best please to remember what was done." Don't look so forlorn Don't you look so scared Don't get so upset This world was never fair But there are hundreds of ways To get through the days There are hundreds of ways Now you just find one I used to think that time was of the essence Now I just wish I could get some sleep All this strange parade of sounds the city makes when I lay down Little explosions that set fire to my dreams Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor And I guess that I can see it from the side Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be I hope I am forgotten when I die Don't contradict me Don't make me cross the line If you feel threatened It's only 'cause I might But there are hundreds of ways To get through the days There are hundreds of ways To get through the day Yes, there are hundreds of ways So you best find one All my hero's they're all talk Running in circles Some stop watch some cast Love was the message. Full stop We ramble on and on We ramble on and on I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina Sold them out in Bakersfield for cash The bandshell got a band sounds like an arcade in Japan Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back Now any sucker can turn boredom into violence A sociopath riding on a bus His irises are black from his novelty contacts He looks around but he can't see the rest of us In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light It's getting dark but I've always loved the night But there are hundreds of ways To get through the day There are hundreds of ways To get through the day There are hundreds of ways To get through the day There are hundreds of ways To get through the day There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways To get through the day Just find one

Yes yes yes! I love him!

Martin Freeman on the keys.

Jonathan Wilson at the guitar.

This guy, and the band he surrounds himself with, know what they are doing. He has yet to disappoint me, with the exception of that Christmas album...