all these years
holding a fool
drying his tears
the fool walks off
but always comes back
because being held keeps him on track

he'll go and explore the world and live in illusion
and when all goes wrong
I'll hold him til he finds his solution
only to watch him run off again
leaving me to wonder when
he'll return

with my arms wide open to hold
he'll come and go as he pleases
knowing I'm there when he gets cold

so being the fool that he is
doesn't think he needs this
doesn't think he's naive
doesn't even know how to believe

he's a fool
with a limb to lean
doesn't think what would happen
if I was no where to be seen