I'm Holding You

(álbum: 12 Golden Country Greats - 1996)

I'm flyin (flying)
In a frame of my mind
That time cannot erase

I'm seeing (seein')
The future, the past
As I lay the present to waste

I'm scoping (scopin')
All these feelings I have
And hoping for them to come true
And I'm holding
Something more precious
Than fine ore, baby
I'm holding you

I'm breathing (breathin')
The fumes of the grid
That rid my lobe of oxygen

I'm climbing (climbin')
The walls to where good
And evil make a mends

I'm trippin
Writhing and squealing, pewking
Looking for someone like you
And I'm holding
Something more precious
Than fine ore, baby
I'm holding you

[solos]

I'm flying (flyin')
In a frame of my mind
That time cannot erase

I'm seeing (seein')
The future, the past
As I lay the present to waste

I'm scoping (scopin')
All these feelings I have
And hoping for them to come true
And I'm holding
Something more precious
Than fine ore, baby
I'm holding you

And I'm holding
Something more precious
Than fine ore, baby
I'm holding you