He moves through the week, moves through imaginary lines

Its boots to the weak, moves through advantages in life
We're heading down the road tonight!

(We're heading down the road tonight!) Take me to the bridge
And something out there still isn't right
Our love is true, but it'll be so damn hard...

It's never gonna be the way I like. It's never gonna seem the way I like
So we must find our way home

And no one likes the wait Oh, wе gotta find...

He's used to routine. Usеd to imaginary luck

Its boots to the weak...

Well if you want it to be, baby: well its your natural form...
And if you had a degree, baby: then its an optional course...
Well if you want it to be, baby: well its your natural form...
And if you had a degree, maybe: then its an option of course...

It's what you wanted to be, baby: and it's a natural force
And if you had a degree, maybe: it'd be an option of course
You're never gonna reach, never gonna reach until you try

It's never gonna be the way I like. It's never gonna seem the way I like
So we must find our way home
And no one likes the wait Oh, we gotta find...
Oh, we gotta find...

So we must try to carry on... So we must try to carry on...
So we must try to carry on... So we must try to carry on...