Text: Jesus Jones. London. To Get There.

There's little left to fight except the demons inside
A pandemonium of pride
The measure of a man, as seen on TV
All the things that you could be

Just trying to be advert man
You don't have to dream to get there
But it's harder than it seems to get there
Everyone needs something to aim for

It isn't life or death, I'm not searching a soul
Trying to plug an absent hole
But it's meaningful to me, trying to find the line
See how I am defined

Just trying to be advert man
You don't have to dream to get there
But it's harder than it seems to get there
You don't have to dream to get there
But it's harder than it seems to get there
Everyone needs something to aim for

All the places that I'd love to be right now
All the people that I need to see now
Did the time slip by when I looked the other way
Think of tomorrow when I should be thinking of today

The measure of a man, as seen on TV
All the things that you could be

Just trying to be advert man
You don't have to dream to get there
But it's harder than it seems to get there
You don't have to dream to get there
But it's harder than it seems to get there
Everyone needs something to aim
Everyone wants to be better than before