Anywhere Songtext
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Anywhere Songtext
She′d be singing the blues
While he was having a snooze
They'd peruse the news and choose
What to do today
Mostly they would stay downtown
Listening for a certain sound
That might be found deep underground
If you knew the way
He could be reading a book
While she was trying her best to cook
If he looked at her differently
She might mistake that for sympathy
Avoided work till they were broke
And then he had a master stroke
It ended up outside of hope
She said he should learn to cope
And they were happy to be anywhere
Yeah they were happy to be anywhere
No heat in the middle of a snowstorm
Cheap apartments never ever get warm
Living like that, what a trip
It′s like being in a comic strip
There was booze and pills and powders
And the vase without the flowers
They devoured every sour note
Along the way
He met her in a greasy spoon
She was wearing gloves in June
He told her that was Picayune
And that's when she said good afternoon
And they were happy to be anywhere
Ah they were happy to be anywhere
Giving their time away
Living day to day
Trusting, hoping someone's coming
To take them all away
She′d be singing the blues
While he was having a snooze
They′d peruse the news and choose
What to do today
Mostly they would stay downtown
Listening for a certain sound
That might be found deep underground
If you knew the way
And they were happy to be anywhere
We should all be happy to be anywhere
While he was having a snooze
They'd peruse the news and choose
What to do today
Mostly they would stay downtown
Listening for a certain sound
That might be found deep underground
If you knew the way
He could be reading a book
While she was trying her best to cook
If he looked at her differently
She might mistake that for sympathy
Avoided work till they were broke
And then he had a master stroke
It ended up outside of hope
She said he should learn to cope
And they were happy to be anywhere
Yeah they were happy to be anywhere
No heat in the middle of a snowstorm
Cheap apartments never ever get warm
Living like that, what a trip
It′s like being in a comic strip
There was booze and pills and powders
And the vase without the flowers
They devoured every sour note
Along the way
He met her in a greasy spoon
She was wearing gloves in June
He told her that was Picayune
And that's when she said good afternoon
And they were happy to be anywhere
Ah they were happy to be anywhere
Giving their time away
Living day to day
Trusting, hoping someone's coming
To take them all away
She′d be singing the blues
While he was having a snooze
They′d peruse the news and choose
What to do today
Mostly they would stay downtown
Listening for a certain sound
That might be found deep underground
If you knew the way
And they were happy to be anywhere
We should all be happy to be anywhere
Writer(s): Jorge Medina, Nicholas Jerry Jonas, Paul Salva, Brandon Paak Anderson, Dijon Mcfarlane, Americo Julio Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

