These feelings of mine..
I've got twenty in the bag,
And there's no turning back.
Where does it go?
Nobody knows.
And there's no turning back.
Break out the shell,
So no one can tell,
When you turn your back,
That there's no turning back.
Where does it go?
Nobody knows.
And there's no turning back.
And so as time flies us by,
Maybe we can survive,
And try to let go of gone,
What's easier said then done..
And so,
Where does it go?
Nobody really every knows.
And there's no turning back.
