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