Parts In Different Places

We were driving down furnace woods

Long sleeves, striped shirts

Throwing my hands out the door

But all in fun. Did we kill 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, glass 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