Sing Out - Mason Jennings

Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is slipping away

We’ve come so far you know, God, how I wish I could stay

Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is coming again

We’ve got so far to go just when it feels like the end

Sing out, sing for the wounded heart

Sing for the lives we’ve lost

Sing out, sing for the blood of man

Poured out at such a cost

Sing out, baby, baby, I don’t understand

The flowers that you place in my hand

Sing out, sing for the love of God

Sing for the changing man

I’ve been a rolling stone since the devil first came to me

No light upon my feet, so much that I couldn’t see

I was a hurricane till the hurricane called my name

Into the eye of the storm out of the cold, cold rain

Sing out, sing for the wounded heart

Sing for the lives we’ve lost

Sing out, sing for the blood of man

Poured out at such a cost

Sing out, baby, baby, I don’t understand

The power that you place in my hands

Sing out, sing for the love of God

Sing for the changing man

Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is slipping away

We’ve come too far you know to let it turn out this way

Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is coming again

We’ve got so far to go, oh, and it feels like the end

I’ve been a rolling stone since the devil first came to me

No light upon my feet, so much that I couldn’t see

I was a hurricane till the hurricane called my name

Into the eye of the storm out of the cold, cold rain