Friends

Always killing time Dinner, drugs and wine We were getting high And then we were moving on Working 'round the sun We can make it up Drumming country songs When you feel that love is gone Dance around anything Sin of my sentiment Simple as anything When you're finding your way home We could rock the moon Hang it in a room Come and watch it bloom From the parking lot of love Dance around anything Sin of a sentiment Simple as anything When you're finding your way home Holding on to you, holding on to you Holding on to you, holding on to you Holding on to you, holding on to you Holding on to you, holding on to you Holding on to you, holding on to you Holding on to you, holding on to you Holding on to you, holding on to you Holding on to you, holding on to you