In my left hand, there is a familiar
In my right hand, there's a great unknown
I can see those madly different grasses
That I'm drawn to, Friday nights at home
Don't listen to your friends see the despair behind their eyes
Don't listen to your friends they really care and want to know why
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back, It's pulling me back, It's pulling me
I can feel the draw
I can feel it pulling me back, It's pulling me back, It's pulling me
Are you drifting?
Way beyond whats wrong
Cause only I hear the words that they can't say
When you go home everything looks different
And your scared of being left behind
Don't listen to your friends trust that their fair, look in their eyes
Don't listen to your friends they only care and hope you're alright
I can feel the draw, the draw, the draw, the draw
I can feel the draw, the draw, the draw, the draw
I can feel the draw
I can feel it's pulling me back, It's pulling me