Never Go Solo

This is not a band You are not a fan No one can tell a man How to use his hands Dig this little song Dust it off, put it on No one can tell you how To return to a burning town Why does it feel so wrong If everyone was already gone? Now that I'm old Where do my hands go? I have been told If you're not careful You'll never find a way home You're gonna spin out of control Here, hear the way the players change Near where I reach the end of my range When I sing I think of my limitations In my dreams I've still got that hesitation But maybe I was wrong Maybe this is just a song In the same coin, when you feel it you can really love But that's the main point - can you feel it, can you really love? My head is stuck in sand Here is no ocean, there is no band I am stranded Now that I'm old Where do my hands go? I have been told If you're not careful You'll never find a way home You're gonna spin out of control I remember hovering Stop tap dancing and start shovelling I remember floating Stop pining and start loathing So hold me just a little bit longer No that sinking feeling is getting stronger