The Way You Are

Going far, Getting nowhere

Going far, The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

Going far, The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

The way you are

These fingers aren't my fingers

These hands are not my hands

No one sees and no one cares What gets broken

Not for rhyme and not for reason

What gets broken

What gets broken

Going far, Getting nowhere

Going far, The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

Going far, The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

The way you are

In the river my machinery

Slows to a heartbeat

Echoing ghost just laid by

Those who whistle while they work

Out of time and out of season

What gets broken

Going far, Getting nowhere

Going far, The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

Going far, The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

The way you are

Going far, Getting nowhere

The way you are