Struggling around with the likes of you
Taste testing ales, stouts, brew a few
We were looking for the next thing to lift us up
Looking for the treasure at the bottom of our cups
Looking for the treasure at the bottom of my cup
God gone up and died here years ago
We've given up on faith for the things we know
I'm scrounging around for the urban holy spirit
Call your tambourine man I'll walk a mile in it... for you
And she said you, you're not of sound mind
You, you're climbing all the time
Gift of inches but they're not mine
I want miles, I want miles, I want miles
I'm too stubborn to gamble, I'm too broken to fix
I will die by the sword for these libertine kicks
I'm a student of habit and ignorance is bliss
I will trip to reach for it, take a bite of that kiss
Trip to reach for it, take a bite of your kiss
And she said you, you're not of sound mind
You, you're climbing all the time
Gift of inches but they're not mine
I want miles, I want miles, I want miles
And she said you, you're not of sound mind
You, you're climbing all the time
Gift of inches but they're not mine
I want miles, I want miles, I want miles
I want miles, I want miles, I want miles
Give me miles, give me miles, give me miles