Something I Can Hold in My Hands

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