Anna's Delicate Hand

Ignorant boy go love yourself
 So I don't have to
 They say I'll be better off
Better off without you. 

Oh but I don't believe their lies 
Cause when I look into your eyes 
looking you up and down  I  see
A little green house on the end of the street 
A baby boy looking back up at me 
You're balanced on one knee in the sand 
Then holding our baby's delicate hand 

Chasing dreams on the narrow cramped road 
Colorado, the cold winter snow 
Felt the harsh winds begin to blow 

Fighting through the worst of times 
Ignoring every red flag and sign. 

Because there's a little green house at the end of the street and a baby boy looking back up at me. You were on one knee in the sand, then you held Anna's delicate hand. 

We're fighting on through a narrow cramped road, at the end awaits our true abode.