Hope In Hand
He’s the kind of boy
in parking lot
Surfing on a tray
barely hanging on
Says it’s just a
phase but it’s really not
Living for today case
tomorrow’s lost
And she’s the type of
girl with a medical wristband
Watches every step to
avoid the quicksand
Runs to clear the
street when the sign hits three
Stepping on the
sidewalk looking back at him
Sometimes you ain’t
got nothing at all,
But a little bit of hope
in a hand, so don’t let go
Friends say that they
were never a match
And couldn’t paint a
picture where they were attached
Just too different
and they wouldn’t see
How two different
people could be the same
Coaster rides by his
side, she closes eyes
And screams at the
heavens praying she wouldn’t die
He takes her by the
hand and she suddenly knows
She’s gonna be
alright as long as holds her
(Bridge)
He says, it’ll work
out some how
We don’t have to
think right now
I know what it’s all
about, oh and
She finds, it’s
harder to just let go
The safety she used
to know,
Holding a hand of
hope
There they go,
holding hands, crossing the street
She’s pulling him
across when the sign hits three
But he just smiles
while holding her back
Hopping up the curb
and having a laugh
Illogical, don’t you
know, a boy and a girl
The last two
believers left here in the world
No one better tell’em
what they don’t know
A mismatched couple
with nothing but hope
Sometimes you ain’t
got nothing at all,
But a little bit of
hope in a hand, so don’t let go
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