The cars they drive, they pass you by
They move in the summer, no reason why
It's difficult to understand
To see their motives, their cause at hand
But as long as you know I'll be there in the end
I swear to you that I'm a friend
No wanted man, just take my hand
Just promise me you'll never leave
Hand in hand, or arm in sleeve
Your friends they call, they ask too much
You're changing gears, they grab the clutch
Just let them go, they'll understand
Why you've left this, this dead end
But as long as you know, she'll be there in the end
I swear to you that I'm a friend
No wanted man, just take my hand
Just promise me you'll never leave
Hand in hand, or arm in sleeve
I swear to you that I'm a friend
No wanted man, just take my hand
Just promise me you'll never leave
Hand in hand, or arm in sleeve