Sometimes it feels like the worlds coming at you from all sides Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide And you're friends wont answer the phone You're friends won't understand, cause they've got plans and means Feels like you're moving fast but sinking slow Hold on, hold on, It'll be alright Feels like every race you're going to go in you're gonna loose And you can chose, left or right, right or wrong Can't even write the next song Got every fine in the world, parking fine, speeding fine Feels like you're moving fast but sinking slow Hold on, hold on, It'll be alright