Road Holes

You cover the road holes before I stumble

Lead me through those fields of traps

The road ahead, it starts to crumble

You build bridges over gaps

But when I fall, I'm gonna hit the ground

Have to get up on my own

'Cause you run to hold my head

And get on the wrong side of me instead

You let it rain before I start a fire

Always the right tools in your hand

It's your words of love I desire

Sadness you don't understand

'Cause when I fall, I'm gonna hit the ground

Have to get up on my own

'Cause you run to hold my head

And get on the wrong side of me instead

Picking up, picking up pieces on my own

Picking up, picking up pieces on my own

Picking up, picking up pieces on my own

You don't know, you don't know, I'm scared to be alone

'Cause when I fall, I'm gonna hit the ground

Have to get up on my own

'Cause you run to hold my head

And get on the wrong side of me instead

You get on the wrong side of me instead

(Picking up, picking up, picking up)

(Picking up, picking up, picking up)

(Picking up, picking up, picking up)

(Picking up, picking up, picking up...)