Walking Through That Door

As processions fade
New hearts doubt
But you are golden
And no one questions it

But who you fake
And how you sound
Asks the best of men
To share your sentiment

I want to be
The one to help you find
Those years

That you've been talking about
Dreaming of the South
And all those lost goodbyes
And all those lonely tears
You never got to cry

It never works out right
Unless you're one to follow
Where the silence takes too long
When the night falls
When the night falls oh so slow

And caution isn't ours
When the night falls
When the night falls oh so low

We may lose control
I want to be
The one to help you
Find those years

That you've been talking about
Dreaming of the South
And all those lonely nights
And all those lost goodbyes
You never got to sigh

I want to be
The one to help you
Find those dreams
Cause you've been hanging around
Talking about the South

And all those balmy nights
And all those lonely songs
You never got to write

And I'll hold your hand
As I walk you through that door
And I'll hold your hand
As I walk you through that door

And I'll hold your hand
As I walk you through that door

And I'll hold your hand
As you held my hand
As I walk you through that door

And I'll hold your hand
As you held my hand
As I walk you through that door

And I'll hold your hand
As you held my hand
As I walk you through that door