But I don't have the feet for it yet
I don't have the will to desert my humble past yet
But don't go anywhere without me
All the circles we'd run in
With the ash going into the pavement
But none are worth saving
If you leave without warning
If you run off with the words still burning
Don't go anywhere without me x3
Don't go anywhere without me now
Oh the view from your new city window
Is the statues of land far beneath
In the little that's left of our history
You collect in a pile at your feet
Still the ones that I call up the most
Are the ones that were covered in trees
Before we were pans in an alice
Before we were lost in our dreams
They were singing our praises
As though we were the ones
The ones who could have made it
Don't go anywhere without me x3
Don't go anywhere without me now More from Shenandoah Davis