Will you hold my hand? Lyrics

One minute in, it's fine, 'cause we're both tired, we're both cold

Two minutes in, the car's warmed up, we're headed for the road

My blinker on, I tap my thumb, impatient for the turn

Then we're off, three minutes in, still haven't said a word

Minute four, head racing, should I ask what's on your mind?

I know you'll answer, "Nothing," and be right back to the quiet

Five, but the answer's never nothing

Six, I wish this all were nothing

Now seven minutes in, have we ever been this silent before?

A marriage built on laughs and songs now crashing to the floor

Watching while it falls, wondering, will it shatter, will it crack?

Or just a chip, a blip on the radar, before it swings right back?

Eight, our bodies are tired

Nine, our souls are so tired

Ten, I catch a glance, your eyes stare dead ahead, no flinch

The car is moving miles but we haven't moved an inch

I look again, eleven, waiting for a sign of pain

You turn to me, we crack half-smiles as I swerve out in the lane

Twelve, quickly correcting, I make straight the path again

Reach over, thirteen, open your palm and grasp your hand

It's warm as I remember, yet the warmth is also gone

Continue down the highway, unsure if I should hold on

Fourteen, another minute of silence

Like we're trying to set a record for something

Fifteen, another minute of silence

Am I over- or under-thinking something?

Sixteen, another quick glance, another half smile

Another mile, then I take back my hand

Two minutes go by, I can tell you're about to cry

I shouldn't have to wonder why

Both hands on the wheel, focused on the drive

But still, never would've guessed

You and I could create such a long silence

At that very moment

You broke it with a whisper I couldn't comprehend

Twenty, and I asked if you could say it louder than before

You said, "Do you not like holding my hands anymore?"

You barely made out the consonants

But I heard it loud and clear

As I bore the weight and the consequence

Of my actions that'd led us here

It was my coldness that made you ask

And I let the distance grow

Instead of standing, taking up the task

Of loving you wherever you go

In the car or on the couch at home

In the body or in the soul

Wherever it is that you're cold

To not let my shame take the wheel and drive us

To a place where there's no hope