A Better Way - The Alternate Routes

Well he’s waiting at the bus stop, seven years old

Breathing on his collar in the freezing cold

And he doesn’t know a thing about minimum wage

But his mother’s gone early and she gets in late

And by the time he’s 18 he’s got nobody else

But god knows college won’t pay for itself

So he traded in scraping for a uniform

And I’m starting to see what he’s fighting for

Standing on the front line

Now he’s waiting on a land mine

And maybe there’s a better way

Maybe there’s a better way

Mona Lisa moved up and she moved away

From the people she knew, now she works all day

For a walk-in closet and a master bed

She swore that she’d never be poor again

And she can’t stop shopping, she’s so damn bored

And I’m starting to see what we’re fighting for

Standing on the front line

Living in a gold mine

And maybe there’s a better way

Maybe there’s a better way

Maybe there’s a better way

I did some diving on the street today

I put my head against a window pane

I did some thinking about the way it is

I did some thinking about the way we live and

I wanna talk about Jesus Christ

I wanna talk about living a lie

I wanna talk about the Pentagon

It doesn’t matter what side your on, well

I’m only really trying to figure it out

But you can’t hear me cause you talk so loud

And maybe there’s a better way

Maybe there’s a better way

Maybe there’s a better way

Then sending them off to die

Maybe there’s a better way

Then drinking alone tonight

Maybe there’s a better way

Maybe there’s a better way

Then sending them off to die

Maybe there’s a better way

Then drinking alone tonight

Maybe there’s a better way