Walk through the hills
The ones so golden, the ones beholdin'
The fondest memories of yesteryear
And I will follow you
You know I won't fear
I'm growing up, my dear
I'm starting to hear my own direction
Here and now
Finally there's something I can hold on to that isn't broken
In my hand
The smallest grain of sand
Becomes a hidden treasure
So write me a letter
One I'll save forever
Inside these broken drawers
The ones that I find would make me smile
And don't file me away
With things forgotten
Things old and rotten
Cause I was the one you could really talk to
Here and now
Finally there's something I can hold on to that isn't broken
Within my hand
The smallest grain of sand
Becomes a hidden treasure
Why are we severe
To the one's we hold dear
And closest to our hearts
Always biting the hands that feed us?
When here and now
Finally there's something you can hold on to that isn't broken
In your hand
The smallest grain of sand
Becomes a hidden treasure