There's a world outside this small, small town
Where the different shades of sepias and browns
Fade away as we move on to shores unseen
Here we've lived our lives as refugees
From the dangers of true liberty
But eventually we'll run out of air to breathe
Lives converge and lives will end
When we're gone we'll still be friends
Unless the waves pull us apart like boats at sea
Please stay here and hold my hand
I'm afraid; what's 'round the bend?
And will the currents make me who I want to be?
There's a world inside this small, small town
Where bodies lay six feet underground
Of the ones we long forgot and left for dead
We will move on past heartbreak and toil
Old mistakes will cease to make blood boil
And we'll see that wiser words have not been said
Lives converge and lives will end
When we're gone we'll still be friends
Unless the waves pull us apart like boats at sea
Please stay here and hold my hand
I'm afraid; what's 'round the bend?
And will the currents make me who I want to be?
We've all got questions
Will we be remembered?
Do you have answers
Will we be remembered, oh?
Lives converge and lives will end
When we're gone we'll still be friends
Unless the waves pull us apart like boats at sea
Please stay here and hold my hand
I'm afraid; what's 'round the bend?
And will the currents make me who I want to be?
Please remember me