You've got a hold on me
One thousand and five hundred days worth of hoping
We've built a home on the mountain
a home next to the big road
a home in the old house
a home next to the birch tree
you're the one thing constant
I try to see it for what it is
two clueless people in a hard world
but I think I'm tied to you
a million set of keys and a hundred boxes later
I want to go forward
and I want you to come with me