Hands

We sit in silence
As we burn up the road
Whether minutes or hours
He would always reach out
And ask for my hand

Doesn't really matter
If he's doing something else
He wants my hand in his
To protect and to say,
"Stay here beside me"

I'd give my hand to him
As a quiet assurance
I am here next to you
Though we journey far tonight
Or all through this life

Day in, day out
He would always reach out
And ask for my hand
I'd give my hand to him
For it is always his to hold