You're leaves are turning brown
You're trees are brooding ground
You're tired of where you are

Don't know which way to fall
You'll end up getting high
You'll end up floating by


Cos' there's more ways
There's more ways

There's more ways
To be like you are
More ways

There's more ways
There's more ways
To be like you are

More ways
There's more ways
There's more ways

To be like you are
More ways
There's more ways

There's more

You're weeds are overgrown.

No place to call you're oh-oh-oh-own.
You'll end up where you are
Have faith please drive a car

Your kids will grow up fast
You'll find that time has past you by


Cos' there's more ways
There more ways
To be like you are

There's more ways
There's more ways
To be like you are

There's more ways
There's more ways
To be like you are

There's more ways
There's mo-ooore
Woah!