This Years Winner Is... - Routes

Everyone has secrets and stories to tell.
Everyone's been short changed with wishing wells.
I remember lost loves and hope for future flames.
They keep your torch lit through your darker days.
But like your signals, your drinks were mixed.
and you'd tell anyone who'd listen that 'You can't be fixed...'

So ask yourself 'Who's been crying now?'
as you scattered your heart like Gretel; all over this town.
So ask yourself "Is it worth the frown?"
As we sing all these songs with your name just keeping me down.

I can't make you love me, but if I could I would.
I'm sick of all this cabin fever inside my head.
Through birth and life the end product is the same.
It's just the memories and routes that you'll take to your grave.
But like your signals, your drinks were mixed.
and you'd tell anyone who'd listen that 'You can't be fixed...'