Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hundreds of Ways, artist - Conor Oberst. Album song Upside Down Mountain, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 15.05.2014
Record label: Nonesuch
Song language: English
Hundreds of Ways |
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 ash and remnants of our love |
That 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 |
And 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 day |
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 lie 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 because I might |
But there are hundreds of ways |
To get through the day |
There are hundreds of ways |
To get through the day |
Yes, there are hundreds of ways |
So, you best find one |
All my heroes, they’re all talk |
Running in circles |
Some stop, watch some chaos |
Love was the message, full stop |
We ramble on and on |
We ramble on and on |
Hey! |
I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina |
And sold them out in Bakersfield for cash |
Now the bandshell got a band, sound 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 |
And 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 |
Yeah, it’s getting dark, bro |
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 |