brave.wav

I hold on to home Till my hands rust the bone And I won't lift my eyes Cause grown men don't cry And these thoughts that mean nothing to you but something to me Fight to grow out of my head and into the leaves That shade me through the heat of summer And guide me when I have no other And you don't really owe me, you don't really owe me nothing No, you don't really owe me, you don't really owe me nothing And you don't really owe me, you don't really owe me nothing But you're the one I call to every time I fall through all of everything And if someday I ever lost you, I don't know who'd come to me to keep me brave It's just part of you I guess Those words cut right through to my chest Left arm leaning over the fence Right hand holding on to what's left Thoughts are bleeding out of my head Rearview breaking right where we met Left arm leaning over the fence Right hand holding on to what's left