Signals Midwest Little White Houses
Little white houses, a white picket fence and a 9-5
Numbers in the thousands of times that I swore
"This would never be my life."
There are so many things I take for granted
So many places that I've yet to go
But I'll just sit here feeling restless
In my safe suburban home
And you told me "Son, you will never get anywhere with this."
And what makes a man is not how many times he's used his fists
There are so many times that I've swallowed my pride
Like when you told me I would always be alone
So I'll just sit here feeling restless
In my safe suburban home
I want something more than this
I need something more than this
There's gotta be something more than this!
