It feels like we been up and gone for years
We come back and tall buildings appear
We been lonely, we been cold, on this routine restive road
But when I hold your hand I'm home
It's good to see old friends back east
And I love our northern family
But no matter where we roam, I still miss those southern roads
So I will hold your hand, 'cause when I hold your hand I'm home
From the peaks of Carolina
To the breeze on St. Paul's lakes
To the beaches of Balboa
This whole land is full of grace
And it's beautiful I know it
But sometimes I still feel alone
So I will hold your hand, 'cause when I hold your hand I'm home
Our little ones are growing crazy fast
There'll never be enough photographs
When they're tired and they're worn, out here on the road
We will hold their hands, 'cause when we hold their hands, we're home
From the shorelines of south Jersey
To the streams of Delaware
To the alleys of Chicago
Ah there's poetry everywhere
And it's beautiful I know it
But sometimes I still feel alone
So I will hold your hand, 'cause when I hold your hand I'm home
When the road is done and we lay down our heads
To familiar sounds and scents, where we rest
There's still a longing in our bones, for that road of gold
So I will hold your hand, till we see that land, called home
From our toil and our labor
To our doubts and crooked ways
To our longings and our strivings
All will be put to rest that day
And pure beauty, we'll behold it
And finally we won't be alone
Fully see, fully know
So I will hold your hand
Till we see that land, called home