Song | Hundreds of Ways |
Artist | Conor Oberst |
Album | Upside Down Mountain |
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 |
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 |