Eight years old and I am big enough

To walk around all by myself

I'll keep my distance so they will not see

That I still need to hold your hand



Don't you know you're embarrassing me

I need to let go before they start to laugh and tease



Another day and yet you find another way

To keep me close to you again

And so I find myself another way as well

To slip myself out of your grip



Alone here on the fourth floor of this department store

You know I'm headed for those toys

Cause they've got everything I'd ever need

Buried in gold, could I ask for more



But after all the happiness has settled down

I manage to climb out of my mess

I look from left to right and see that you are gone

Panic hits me and I start to cry



I want to walk by your side once again

And although I might resist like a fool

Put my little hand in yours and please don't let go



And now I'm 22 but I'm still holding on

Or is it that You're holding me

Although sometimes I'm still slippin' from your grip

I'll never fall out of Your reach