Moving Mountains - Parts In Different Places lyrics

rate me

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.

And it was funny at the time,

But now it stays with me.

And I hope you will hear when I sing this to you.

Keep moving on, keep moving on.