Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By The Alternate Route, 1...2...3...4 Well he's waiting at the bus stop, seven years old Breathing
By The Alternate Route, Step outside and raise your hand Set your mind to see
By The Alternate Route, I'd stick around if you tell me I'm yours But don't
By The Alternate Route, Is there somewhere to be, when you’re watching TV Should it
By The Alternate Route, I saw you three times In a face in the crowd Called
By The Alternate Route, Desdemona, help yourself I hear you mourning at the dawn Desdemona, ask
By The Alternate Route, Don't blame it on the weekend Summer had to end When one
By The Alternate Route, You push the pedal but the thing won't go You try
By The Alternate Route, On and on Write a song that saves the world and
By The Alternate Route, Well she don't have her momma's hips yet So she stole
By The Alternate Route, When are you leaving? Where will you go? Who will be waiting