Holding highway wires (?)
Touching Eastern coasts (?)
Down to Augustine's (?)
And rolled over groves. (?)
Most up step the stairs go back to the floor. (?)
Crawled up from the dirt to meet you at your knees
Where you string your words up like lights just for me
To the world inside your palm I'll never leave.
A whole world. A whole world. A whole world.
A whole world. (The lives inside the lines in your hand.)
A whole world. A whole world. A whole world. A whole world.
Just because we're in these bodies
Doesn't mean there isn't more.
Your hair's the thread to worlds beyond our world (?)
Where the sun won't matter
To where our ghosts all go and grow.
Here's to river roads. (?)
Scored with a silver stones. (?)
Side by side racing home
Winding on down below.
A whole world. A whole world. A whole world.
A whole world. A whole world. A whole world. A whole world.
From the sleeping giants, California soul. (?)
To Seattle's heart and to Rocky's shore. (?)
To the Queen of Cleveland straights and New York's cold.
To the vision of our harvest spinning clean (?)
As you sing out to the spring deep in your sleep.
There's a world inside your palm I'll never leave.
There's a world inside your palm I'll never leave.
A whole world. A whole world. A whole world.
A whole world. (The lives inside the lines in your hand.)
A whole world. A whole world. A whole world.
A whole world. (The lives inside the lines in your hand.)
A whole world. A whole world. A whole world.
A whole world. (The lives inside the lines in your hand.)
A whole world. A whole world. (The lives inside the lines in your hand.)
A whole world. A whole world. (The lives inside the lines in your hand.)
The lives inside the lines in your hand.
The lives inside the lines in your hand.
The lives inside the lines in your hand.
The lives inside the lines in your hand.
The lives inside the lines in your hand.
The lives inside the lines in your hand.