THE ROUTE
Sang at resort hotels for six summers and learned exactly what makes a crowd move
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.68
- vocal at
- 1.4s
- length
- 2:57
- language
- Ro
lyrics
The route, the route Somebody planned it and nobody went The route, the route So I am going, and the buses do not exist (la-la-la, the route) (la-la-la, the route) Thirty years of pencil on a map gone soft at the creases Ferry times revised in a different pen in ninety-one He costed it four times across three separate decades And kept every version, which is how you know Wanting is not a failure Wanting is a place people live He lived there very happily for thirty years The route, the route Somebody planned it and nobody went The route, the route So I am going, and the buses do not exist (la-la-la, the route) (la-la-la, the route) Half the roads have closed. I will walk those parts and call it the route. The route, the route So I am going, and the buses do not exist The route, the route Somebody planned it and nobody went (la-la-la, the route)