Never Go Solo - Islands

This, this is not a band

You, you are not a fan

No one can tell a man

How to use his hands

Dig, dig this little song (dust it off, put it on)

No one can tell you how (to return to a burnin' town)

Why’s the view so wrong

if everyone was already gone?

Now that I’m old, where do my hands go?

I have been told, If you’re not careful

You’ll never find a way home

You’re gonna spin out of control

Hear, hear the way the players change (me when I reach the end of my range)

When I sing I think of my limitations (in my dreams I still got the

hesitation)

Lately I was wrong

Maybe this is just a song

The same coin when you feel that you can really love

That’s the main point can you feel it can you really love

My head is stuck in sand

There is no ocean

There is no band

I am stranded

Now that I’m old, where do my hands go?

I have been told, if you’re not careful

You’ll never find a way home

You’re gonna spin out of control

I remember hovering

(stop that dancing, you start shoveling)

I remember floating

(stop pining, stop gloating)

So

Hold me just a little bit longer

No

That sinking feeling is getting stronger