through our hands

on a little backroad that wound us through croatia

i got off in my head

proud of what we'd done

started living our lives

showing these kids

something without a plan

holding 'em tight like water through our hands

in a little white house below the trees of holland

we were cooking each night

sleeping in one big bed

we were living each day

loving these kids

watching them take the chance

holding 'em tight like water through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

they feel just like water through our hands

our son and our daughter have a plan

they grow up so fast i don't understand

they feel just like water through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

in a little hotel that overlooked rwanda

we would challenge ourselves to stop and just slow down

we would take a big chance to show 'em this land

hoping they'd understand

holding 'em tight like water through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

they feel just like water through our hands

our son and our daughter have a plan

they grow up so fast i don't understand

they feel just like water through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

through our hands

in a little house by the coast of carolina

where them waterways meet the finer setting sun

it's a magical place for raising these kids

from river to stream to sand

holding 'em tight like water through our hands