Lletres: Catch 22. Alone In A Crowd. Arm To Arm.

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 millionare. I know that it may sound crazy, but it's driving me insane. Staring out the window of another fucking train. (CHORUS) 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. You're 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. 2000 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 outisde this so-called structured life. Married to my only love and music is my wife. (CHORUS)