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 youre 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