Oh my friend what is it that's tormenting you

Hold my hand I will take you far away from here

Old, I am to even try to help you

Bold, I'm not, I'm always counting on you

Running freely

Running alone

Oh my friend what is it that's tormenting you

Hold my hand I will take you far away from here

Old, I am to even try to help you

Bold, I'm not, I'm always counting on you