Held My Hand
Øyvind Osa
I was leaving home to play these tones
I was on the bus to get a buzz
I wasn't looking back cause I had lost the track
And I felt weird when
You held my hand so tight
Said please don't leave me behind
I had plenty of days spending my ways
I had room for more of those lost days
I had clean sheets and dirty feet
I had hurting feelings when
I took liberty from a growing tree
I took safety and made a risk
I took sorrow and made it grow
I took trust and let it rust