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 walking arm to arm 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 2 000 years more won t end this war my brother half empty half full you re pushing i m pulling 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 walking arm to arm with me