The Draw
In my left hand there is the familiarIn my right hand there’s the great unknownI can see the madly different gross thereBut I’m drawn to wilder nights at home
Don’t listen to your friendsSee the despair behind their eyesDon’t listen to your friendsThey only care and want to know why
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
Are you drifting way beyond what’s normal?In your mind lays the words that they might sayWhen you go home everything looks differentAnd you’re scared of being left behind
Just listen to your friendsTrust that they’re fair, look in their eyesJust listen to your friendsThey only care and hope you’re all right
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
I can feel the drawI can feel it pulling me backIt’s pulling me backIt’s pulling me
I can feel the drawThe drawThe drawThe draw