Jackson Browne
Holding
I`m standing here and hoping for you
Holding my door open for you now
Ask just what you will of me
I`ll bend just like a willow tree
And now I`m holdin`
Holdin` my door open to the wind
Well seven times she came to me
And each time seemed the same to me
She knows just what to ask me now
And I can`t help but wonder how
And now I`m holdin`
Holdin` my door open before the wind
I wrote my name upon the sands
With questioningly weary hands
The tide arose and answered me
And washed my name into the sea
And now I`m holdin`
Holdin` my door open before the wind
Holding
I`m standing here and hoping for you
Holding my door open for you now
Ask just what you will of me
I`ll bend just like a willow tree
And now I`m holdin`
Holdin` my door open to the wind
Well seven times she came to me
And each time seemed the same to me
She knows just what to ask me now
And I can`t help but wonder how
And now I`m holdin`
Holdin` my door open before the wind
I wrote my name upon the sands
With questioningly weary hands
The tide arose and answered me
And washed my name into the sea
And now I`m holdin`
Holdin` my door open before the wind