Jackson Browne - Holding текст песни

Im standing here and hoping for you

Holding my door open for you now

Ask just what you will of me

Ill bend just like a willow tree

And now Im holdin

Holdin my door open to the wind

Well seven times she came to me

And each time seemed the same to me

She knows just what to ask me now

And I cant help but wonder how

And now Im holdin

Holdin my door open before the wind

I wrote my name upon the sands

With questioningly weary hands

The tide arose and answered me

And washed my name into the sea

And now Im holdin

Holdin my door open before the wind