There's no time to talk Are you ever gonna see that I'm trying I could go and walk sure I'll never stop But I'm loving Don't you take your hair on my shoulder I know that lately I wasn't your friend Maybe if we were much older we can hang on to What we got left Rides in, Rolls out These words come out But hang on, my friend Cause when your ships runs into sand I'll be there, first hand. ... Like a hand in glove how we used to people's clothes Without trying You're not all you're old And I am not a ghost We've been hiding Now let me take the weight of your shoulders I know that lately I wasn't around Maybe if we were much older We could start over right where we left Rides in, rolls out, these words, come out But hang on, my friend Cause when your ship runs into sand I'll be there, first hand It rides in, it rolls out It rides in, it rolls out