kumbaworld
SUMMER (SUM 41)
Americanes
Itīs far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
Somewhere ahead is the back of the line.
I canīt relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with nothing to say.

Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame,
You may be different but Iīm still the same.
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught,
You say things are simple we both know theyīre not.
You canīt let it go,

Whoa.

You canīt but I know.

Whoa, Whoa you donīt even know.

[Chorus]

Itīs not in what you do, more in what you say.

A million questions asked, the remnants of the past.
Youīve always been denied, but always by your side.
Iīve always tried to, to understand you,
the worlds not learning from you.

Whoa. Whoa.

[Chorus]