On Our Way - Allah-Las

Tell a different story

One we’ve never heard

Set a path to glory

Disguise it as absurd

Stumbled all too often

Feeling rather ill

Take the time to soften

An all too bitter pill

Awful bitter still

And all the while, I miss the smile

Only one

And all the while I’m far too shy to be fun

Find the excuse to be gone, turn away

Far from the sound, as they say

On our way

Head across the map now

Too far to look back

No time to relax now

Tighten up the slack

Every night’s a soiree

Every day’s a dream

Every vision thwarted, inescapably

By the last to see

And all the while, I miss the smile

Only one

And all the while, I’m far too numb to be fun

Find the excuse to be gone, turn away

Far from the crowd, as they say

On our way

On our way

On our way