

{ambient keys swell} {distant plucked
acoustic guitar} (oooh)
We walked the gravel roads when we were young
Underneath the heavy summer sun
No map to guide our aimless feet
Just promises we whispered on the street
When the world gets loud and the skies turn gray
I know you're only ever a call away
Through the changing tides and the shifting sand
I'll be right here,
reaching for your hand
{soaring string section rises} Years can pull us to a different shore
But we are anchored deep within the core
I hear your laughter in the quiet air
Even when you are not standing there
When the world gets loud and the skies turn gray
I know you're only ever a call away
Through the changing tides and the shifting sand
I'll be right here,
reaching for your hand {crescendo of drums and strings}
Reaching for your hand (humm) {fading acoustic guitar} {gentle synthesizer wash}