Holding

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