Sometimes it feels like the worlds coming at you from all sides
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
And you’re friends wont answer the phone
You’re friends won’t understand, cause they’ve got plans and means
Feels like you’re moving fast but sinking slow
Hold on, hold on, It’ll be alright

Feels like every race you’re going to go in you’re gonna loose
And you can chose, left or right, right or wrong
Can’t even write the next song
Got every fine in the world, parking fine, speeding fine
Feels like you’re moving fast but sinking slow
Hold on, hold on, It’ll be alright