We were driving down furnace woods - Long sleeves, striped shirts Throwing my hands out the door But all in fun. Did we k** 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, gla** 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 (in my hands) And it was funny at the time But now it just stays with me And I hope you will hear when I sing this to you Keep moving on, keep moving on