walkawaynnby andrew furthnnnnwhat would you do if I sat next to you in a crowded roomnnwhat would you think if I had nothing left to saynnwhere would you go if I chased after you, would you find a place to hidennwhat would I do if I came over and you simply said goodbyennnnwould you take my hand and lead me, take me to another roomnnwould the voices slowly shrink to you and I nnwould the moment come up slowly, or would it take us right awaynnwould hold on to tomorrow or would you let it go todaynnnnnnwho am I, but I guess I’ll trynnnnwould you turn and walk away?nnnncould I stop you make you smile and look right into your eyesnncould the music make you listen to yourselfnncould I watch you from a distance - have you know but never carennand could you sit with me get high and just start floating through the airnnnnwhy, oh why, well I guess I’ll trynnnnwill you turn and walk away?nnnnanother daynnanother weekend anywaynnyou’ll walk away nnbut will I be there when you staynnnnbut will I be there when you staynnnnand if tomorrow you wake up with me will the stars still shinennor will the sunlight move your shadow through the doornnand will I reason with the reasons that I thought about beforennor will tomorrow make its way to yesterday you’ll walk awaynnnnwho am I, but I guess I’ll trynnnnwould you turn and walk away?nnwould you turn and walk away?nnnnyeah