Hold My Hand

[Verse 1]
Morning light on the cracked front step
Coffee steam in the old chipped cup
Kids next door riding bikes too fast
Pickup hum as the town wakes up
Used to say we were born too late
Scrolling through another restless night
But look around
Something’s turning right

[Chorus]
We are lucky to be here
On this turning
Burning stone
Watching all these quiet changes
Roots and wires
Flesh and bone
We are lucky
Lucky to be here
Breathing in this borrowed air
Every small and stubborn heartbeat
Says we’re going somewhere

[Verse 2]
Wind farm turning on the far brown hill
Old man planting where the soil ran dry
Young ones marching with cardboard signs
Shaking out a tired sky
Hands that used to only take
Now they’re learning how to mend
It’s not perfect
But it’s starting to bend

[Chorus]
We are lucky to be here
On this turning
Burning stone
Watching all these quiet changes
Roots and wires
Flesh and bone
We are lucky
Lucky to be here
Breathing in this borrowed air
Every small and stubborn heartbeat
Says we’re going somewhere

[Outro]
Hold my hand in the grocery line
Hear the clerk call us both by name
If this is just a passing wave
I’m glad we caught it all the same
We are lucky to be here
Yeah
Lucky to be here