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
The way you are
The way you, the way you are

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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

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Getting nowhere
The way you are
The way you are

The way you are

The way you are
The way you, way you are