Shifty Brent - Just a Hand to Hold

Though you said you might be late.
Come sit a while beside me; let the long day lose its hold.
I have nothing grand to tell you,
Just a hand for yours to hold.
The kitchen clock has missed a beat; the tea has cooled beside the sink.
You smile and loosen up your tie before you say a thing.
Come sit a while beside me; let the long day lose its hold.
I have nothing grand to tell you,