Moving Mountains
Moving Mountains - Parts In Different Places lyrics
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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.