Catch 22

Another fucking day, it's still a nine to five, I swear.
I don't want to reach the top.
I don't want to be a millionare.
I know that it may sound crazy, but it's driving me insane.
Staring out the window of another fucking train.
[CHORUS]
We're walking arm to arm.
I won't follow.
Arm to arm.
I won't lead.
Arm to arm.
Beside me until tomorrow.
Arm to arm.
You're walking arm to arm with me.
I'm feeling kind of homesick when I smell the old pine tree.
I felt you in the breeze, I close my eyes, it's not so easy for me.