Holding on to all we have
Oh we're running yes we're running
Something in the way it goes
Oh we're coming yes we're coming home
March along the old wood bridge
Where we use to play
Remember how we use to be
When we couldn't breathe
The rivers washed away our sins
Of our youthful yes our youthful embrace
The sky wouldn't match our grace
So we're running yes we're running away
March along the old wood bridge
Where we use to play
Remember how we use to be
When we couldn't breathe
Wash it all away
Wash away