Post-Encore

Somewhere you’re lost Across tumultuous seas Can’t hear you over crashing waves Ten thousand voices call ten thousand names Take hold of my hand I will raise you up I will put you upon my shoulders On my toes until I drown On the sweat of a thousand strangers… Climb aboard like I’m some kind of life raft The storm breaks and the house lights up A hundred screens on a hundred cell phones The levees breach and we all fall out Take hold of my hand I will raise you up I will put you upon my shoulders On my toes until I drown On the sweat of a thousand strangers