Further

Further down the road I guess we'll go Further down the road I guess we'll go Too fast too slow better not to know Everyone we meet passing through Everyone we meet just passing through I guess we always knew we were walking in solitude Nobody's gonna hold my hand Holding hands is like holding sand Growing up it feels like giving in Growing up it feels like giving in You can't run from the skin you were meant to be living in Nobody's gonna hold my hand Holding hands is like holding sand Further down the road I guess we'll go