Another fucking day, it's still a nine to five, I swear. I don't want to reach the top. I don't want to be a millionare. I know that it may sound crazy, but it's driving me insane. Staring out the window of another fucking train. (CHORUS) We're walking arm to arm. I won't follow. Arm to arm. I won't lead. Arm to arm. Beside me until tomorrow. Arm to arm. You're walking arm to arm with me. I'm feeling kind of homesick when I smell the old pine tree. I felt you in the breeze, I close my eyes, it's not so easy for me. Once or twice, three times a charm.