Always walking through the world, with your arm around my shoulder 
Marching through my little imperfections, like a soldier 
And the wheels keep turning around 
I keep driving while the road's unraveling behind me 
The rear view mirror doesn't look so bad when you're beside me [CHORUS:] 
Rolling over sticks and stones 
Wearing me down, wearing me down you go with me when 
I go wherever 
I go you're the one 
I wanna hang around when 
I get older always walking through the world, with your arm around my shoulder