Hold You - Jake Clemons, Terra Lightfoot

Won’t do no fortune telling, no writing on my palms

Am I a ghost in your cemetery or am I painted on your wall?

Painted on your wall

I forgive your transgressions for I know you are blind

Stuck in you neighborhood and I am turning on a dime

Turning on a dime

I wanna hold ya

I wanna love ya

I wanna kiss ya

I wanna love ya

But you gotta reach out

Put your hands out

And I will be there

Oh, I will be there

I see you in the rivers, I see you in the hills

The lakes, they turn to ocean

And the ocean turns to rain

Oh, it turns to rain

I wanna hold ya

I wanna love ya

I wanna kiss ya

I wanna love ya

But you gotta reach out

Put your hands out

And I will be there

Oh, I will be there

Oh, I want to hold ya

I wanna look into your eyes and tell you that I need ya

I wanna hold ya

I wanna love ya

I wanna kiss ya

I wanna love ya

But you gotta reach out

Put your hands out

And I will be there

Oh, I will be there

Oh, I wanna hold ya

I wanna love ya

Wanna kiss ya

Wanna love ya

But you gotta reach out

Put your hands out

And I will be there

Oh, I will be there

(Wanna hold ya, wanna love ya)

(Wanna kiss ya, wanna love ya)

(I will be there, I will be there)