On the 405,
from Monday to Saturday,
In the blink of an eye Sunday’s gone,
You lift your head up whenever you can,
Just to get up and do it again,
I spend my nights,
counting the airplanes,
wishing I was up there too,
Thirty thousand feet in the air,
On the way the hell outta here.
We’re Fish in a Bowl,
With Nowhere to go,
What we’re missing we’ll never know,
But if you’re with me,
then we’re gonna be all right.
We got big dreams, I got a 9 to 5,
Instead of livin’ it up, we’re just staying alive,
I said it feels like we’ll never get out,
You said “you took the words right out of my mouth”,
We’re Fish in a Bowl,
With nowhere to go,
What we’re missing we’ll never know,
But if you’re with me,
then we’re gonna be all right.
Yeah We’re Fish in a Bowl,
With nowhere to go,
But I wouldn’t change anything at all,
Wherever you go,
I’ll love you with all my might
I can be hard as a hammer,
but I stagger and stammer,
Looking at you under moonlight,
In a moment of time,
this could turn on a dime,
So I don’t wanna close my eyes for the whole night.
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