verse 1: In my left hand, there is a familiar In my right hand, there's a great unknown I can see those madly different grasses That I'm drawn to, Friday nights at home Don't listen to your friends see the despair behind their eyes Don't listen to your friends they really care and want to know why I can feel the draw I can feel it pulling me back, It's pulling me back, It's pulling me I can feel the draw I can feel it pulling me back, It's pulling me back, It's pulling me verse 2: Are you drifting? Way beyond whats wrong Cause only I hear the words that they can't say When you go home everything looks different And your scared of being left behind Don't listen to your friends trust that their fair, look in their eyes Don't listen to your friends they only care and hope you're alright Chorus: