Letras de 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 are 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

And the rhythm of machinery
Slows to a heartbeat
Echoing ghost tunes made 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

The way you are
The way you are
The way you are
The way you are