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 sentiments

I want to be the one to help you find those years

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

Because 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 the 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 the door