Something I Can Hold In My Hands

Stories from southern explorers tell of vastly open skies All I can see is sweat and concrete {so} I avert my eyes They put scaffolding and warning signs on the things we used to climb They put fences around fences and told us to stay inside We enter city nights wide-eyed like lambs to the slaughter And around every corner someone's sons putting hands on someone else's daughter And the fishermen catch chemicals their boats fill up on rain We fill up on things we can't explain And we laugh as we trickle down the drain I grew up not far from here but now nothing's the same Curiosity is killing me as my nine lives turn to eight We have nothing we have love and we share each other's pain I have plans for you and me and our lives are gonna change My father is a hero so I follow in his path And despite endless words of wisdom sometimes I live to see her laugh When I was young I wanted to destroy everything I'd made Now I'm old and I'm jaded but at least I'm not the same And every inch of me is always itching unless I'm on a stage I have years that pass like minutes for the plans that I have made To flourish to fruition and all my debts will get paid And we live and breathe and want and need And now I'm smiling when I wake For the first time in my life I'm smiling when I wake and All I ever needed was something I could hold in my hands And here it is All I ever needed was better timing and plans all I ever needed was someone like you And all my life I've known this is exactly what I should do And I can sit in my own skin and I've never been as happy as here All I ever needed was something I could hold in my hands And here it is