Something I Can Hold in My Hands - The Smith Street Band

Stories from southern explorers tell of vastly open skies

All I can see is sweat and concrete 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