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 bye.

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!