Lyrics

Tin can wind chimes
cats on the porch
Indianola sun
five kids on the
path to Miller Bay
jump in one by one

Hold my hand I'll hold your hand
splashing in the foam
Hold my hand I'll hold your hand
you won't be alone
on the long walk home

She held agates shells and sand
Counting sets of waves
18 summers then she said
goodbye to Miller Bay

Hold my hand I'll hold your hand
somewhere down the road
Hold my hand I'll hold your hand
you won't be alone
on the long walk home

Coronado 1944
tight crease navy blues
Central Valley flight line Hangar 9
Soon the babies grew

Hold my hand I'll hold your hand
when you cross the road
Hold my hand I'll hold your hand
you won't be alone
on the long walk home

Eight kids in a Volkswagen bus
dashboard radio
eight kids scattered
like California dust
in an empty rodeo

Hold my hand
I'll hold your hand
somewhere down the road
Hold my hand I'll hold your hand
you won't be alone
on the long walk home