Songs for the Front Row
Compilation - 5 november 2001 - Debaser id 25412

So I said I'm on the roam so I need a car
And I know that I'm getting alive
And I say I got faith and a season
And I say that's where I'm going to

I get a need and I'm wanting to please it
I gotta face and I'm wanting to feel it
The more I feel is the more that I need it
The more I need is the less I believe it

Well I want a good love by my side
Keep on getting out of love and my pride
And I know I keep hurting my love yeah
But I know it ain't killing

I get a need and I'm wanting to please it
I gotta face and I'm wanting to feel it
The more I feel is the more that I need it
The more I need is the less I believe it

So I said I'm on the roam so I need a car
And I know that I'm staying alive
And I know that my faith is in season
And I say that's where I'm going to

I get a need and I'm wanting to please it
I gotta face and I'm wanting to feel it
The more I feel is the more that I need it
The more I need is the less I believe it

I get a need and I'm wanting to please it
I gotta face and I'm wanting to feel it
The more I feel is the more that I need it
The more I need is the less I believe it

All the people under broken homes
Don't wanna fight no more
All the people nursing shattered bones
Don't wanna fight no more
But there's no profit in peace
So we've gotta fight some more

And all these who are in foreign lands
Don't wanna fight no more
And all those who've lost their feet or hands
Don't wanna fight no more
But there's no profit in peace boys
We gotta fight some more

Hey we don't wanna fight no more
Hey, Hey, Hey, We don't wanna fight no more
But theres' no profit in peace
So we gotta fight some more

And all those just trying to play their part
Don't wanna fight no more
And all those who own a human heart
Don't wanna fight no more
But there's no profit in what you want
So we must fight some more

And all those who got an axe to grind
Don't wanna fight no more
And all those who got their burning lives
Don't wanna fight no more
But there's no profit in ever being right
So we must fight some more

Chorus

And all the people under broken homes
Don't wanna fight no more
All the people never going home
Don't wanna fight no more
But there is profit in the land you own
So we must fight some more

And all those who got a tired face
Don't wanna fight no more
And all those who are lost without a trace
Don't wanna fight no more
But there is profit in the love of hate
So we must fight some more

Well I used to be a listener There was nothing left to get About what you are And what you haven't been yet Some of them like to tell a story that is long and old And couch it in indifference and the wine that they were sold To get away Well someone's got to tell them that its not deserved Rehearsed or written down By playwrights over time Just picking up on a nerve And some of them got a difference That they reserve for you Well I like them all but I don't trust any of them Well shouldn't you Just get away Well I used to think My freedom was a lot of things I'd give Demanding on my time But I had so much time to give And I used to think that everything Was a knee in what you are But finding out the truth that hurts So I never went that far No I'd always get away Get away, away, away, away, away... It comes down to the fact That I'm now different from the past Demanding all my ideals Its just trying to make them last And some of the things that you say They're ringing home so true I hang my head out of the door And I follow you Yeah I follow you And I get away