Do you still go the extra mile
Cause it's not crowded there?
Down the horse trails
To the waist high water
Where I was coming up
Where Dalton skimmed a frisbee
Spinning teardrops
Tying bows of rain
Well I was coming up
We were growing up
All the time away
What were we running from?
Been holding on to how I felt instead of how I'm feeling
Been holding on to how I give instead of how I give in
Give in
Give up
Been holding on to every place that feels like home
Do you still go the extra mile
Cause its not crowded there?
Or do you make it out at all?
I never make it out no more
Cause I moved 500 miles and it's too crowded here
And I am coming down
I am growing up
All the time away