We were driving down furnace woods -
Long sleeves, striped shirts
Throwing my hands out the door
But all in fun. Did we k** him?
(Wait for the air to stop, then wake up
Come Up. Hold your head in the place
But shake off your thoughts)
I laughed so hard, gla** through the air
Right by his face, good thing we cared - but not at all
And it was then, that I felt the breeze
Over my head and through my hands
Are you sorry? Are you sad?
You're just a little bit tired
You didn't even mean to leave, nothing more
I won't remember what it's like to be young again
I'm just a little bit tired
And anyone would feel the same
When you were leaving me
You once wrote me a card
That won't fit (in my hands)
And it was funny at the time
But now it just stays with me
And I hope you will hear when I sing this to you
Keep moving on, keep moving on