Wallingford - Damien Jurado

What I need is a hand that will hold on

Reaching out and not letting go

Many times I find I am let down

By the ones, who keep me close

Are you kept then told like a secret?

Do you find that you’re kept in the dark?

Calling out but your voice is an echo

No words come back, but your own

As a whole

Free to fly but your wings haven’t grown yet

Many windows in the house

Please tell us what concerns you

Not to help, but to look the part

Anxiously awaiting your arrival

You look like you could use a rest

Overwhelmed by all the excitement

Better friends to take your place

As a whole

As a whole

As a whole

As a whole