No Hands
David Torch, Dan Elkan, Thaddeus Stoenner
Empty parking lot
Release of the seat
Then old enough to be back-pedaling
And know the skill we don't forget is balance lead
We’ll sink or swim
As the water's rhythm changes
No direction
As you stood there like a lighthouse
When you called, called, called my name
I recognized it
Vaguely remembered what it meant
Familiar tone was just enough to bring me in
We'll sink or swim
As the water changes rhythm
No direction
As you stood there like a lighthouse
We’ll sink or swim
With the weight of worlds cupped in our hands