Holding Your Hand in Nashville - Emily Kinney

We got problems to figure out

We got habits we need to change

We got a whole world pushing you and me to rearrange

But when it’s quiet, when it’s dark

When I match my breath to the beat of my heart

And when I’m praying for answers

It always comes the same

My phone lights up

Baby, it’s your name

And I’ve been drinking, but I got no buzz

And all the glitter just looks like dust

June gloom gray day

I wish that it were blue

God, I wish I were with you

I took the last flight, late night, LAX

Tried my best to get some sleep

We’ve been keeping our distance

Skimming the surface

But it’s clear I’m in real deep

Tried to close the case with the tears on my face

And my friends are sure we’re a done deal

But here I am again

Holding your hand in Nashville

I think some sunshine could do you good

But you don’t wanna do what I think you should

And now we’re walking round Lockeland Springs to happy hour

God, I wish this were forever

And now we’re drinking till we’re unstable

And now I’m crying at the table

Windows down, hair messed up in the passenger seat

You’re still the one to beat

Ohh-oh, ohh

Ohh-oh, ohh

Running Shelby Hills through another season

Can’t stop myself, can’t stand to reason

And I can’t help the way I feel

So here I am again

Holding your hand in Nashville