| Song | Ways To Go |
| Artist | Ellery |
| Album | This Isn't Over Yet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I keep listening; I never hear a thing | |
| I’ve been holding my breath, imagining | |
| I’ve only wanted a sign, a sign, anything | |
| I keep waiting, but nothing ever comes | |
| I keep hoping for my turn – like everyone | |
| Cause don’t it seem like you start, you start and then you’re done | |
| Ooo, it’s too late | |
| Ooo, for mistakes | |
| And too many ways to go | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| I read too many books, maybe, when I was young | |
| I fell in love with the ride into a setting sun | |
| I’ve never run out of things of things I should’ve done | |
| Oh is everybody like me? | |
| Cautious, barely breathing like me? | |
| Waiting for some thing that might be | |
| Nowhere | |
| Nowhere at all |
| I keep listening I never hear a thing | |
| I' ve been holding my breath, imagining | |
| I' ve only wanted a sign, a sign, anything | |
| I keep waiting, but nothing ever comes | |
| I keep hoping for my turn like everyone | |
| Cause don' t it seem like you start, you start and then you' re done | |
| Ooo, it' s too late | |
| Ooo, for mistakes | |
| And too many ways to go | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| I read too many books, maybe, when I was young | |
| I fell in love with the ride into a setting sun | |
| I' ve never run out of things of things I should' ve done | |
| Oh is everybody like me? | |
| Cautious, barely breathing like me? | |
| Waiting for some thing that might be | |
| Nowhere | |
| Nowhere at all |
| I keep listening I never hear a thing | |
| I' ve been holding my breath, imagining | |
| I' ve only wanted a sign, a sign, anything | |
| I keep waiting, but nothing ever comes | |
| I keep hoping for my turn like everyone | |
| Cause don' t it seem like you start, you start and then you' re done | |
| Ooo, it' s too late | |
| Ooo, for mistakes | |
| And too many ways to go | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| I read too many books, maybe, when I was young | |
| I fell in love with the ride into a setting sun | |
| I' ve never run out of things of things I should' ve done | |
| Oh is everybody like me? | |
| Cautious, barely breathing like me? | |
| Waiting for some thing that might be | |
| Nowhere | |
| Nowhere at all |