Lyrics
Verse 1
Traffic, invoices, a long hard shiftI lose my temper and I lose my gripThen your fingers find me in the darkAnd the whole damn day gets a softer heart
Chorus
Hold my handThat’s the planHold my handI’m your man
Verse 2
We don’t need a crowd or a perfect speechJust your small hand teaching mine some peaceThumb on my knuckle like it always landsGirl, you still know how to understand
Chorus
Hold my handThat’s the planHold my handI’m your man
Bridge
I used to think love had to shout out loudNow I know it lives in a quiet crowdTwo worn rings and a two-lane nightYour hand in mine still makes it right
Verse 3
Ball game, back road, grocery lineAny old place, you still reach for mineI squeeze back once so you know I seeYou’re the whole good God still gave to me
Chorus
Hold my handThat’s the planHold my handI’m your man
Bridge
When my strength runs out and my talk gets thinDon’t need a sermon, just that skinKeep holding on like you always doI’ll keep coming home to you