I swallow my heart each time Forms silhouetted by the stage lights Hearing our fates red song I guess I misheard He asks why Glory fell He asks what passing fad had happened Pondering back, I say he had his part We want it to be a square Proper and neat at all the angles Hopeful the kids won't grow Out of our shoes I'll be right here I'll hold your hand again The struggle with fear The sad way it never ends I'll be right here I'll hold the chord again I'll sing the verse and prose As though this grief has never happened I'll tip the scales In theory it all should work I'm sure we look right as rain on paper But given the play of cards I've got my doubts Road songs for three or more 8 hours back and all for nothing We see the point "A" but don't see the end I'll form the chords As long as my fingers hold These words are not mine This I now surely know Well I'll be right here I'll hold your hand again I'll sing the verse and prose As though this grief has never happened I'll tip the scales