Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Brindley
Luke Brindley
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm standing outside the tunnel that goes under the river
Been looking through the city for the real life giver
I musta been to every courthouse - every clinic in this county
I turn away from temptation - the devil still found me
What haven't we tried what dark corners unknown
To keep from feeling empty, broken hearted and alone?
I'd be lying if I said I have answers for you
But I've heard rumors of redemption, maybe they're true
Honey take my hand through this broken land
The soul stompers drum like thunder
In the independence day parade
Sequins flashing, cymbals crashing
Just beyond the barricade
Now the veterans of every American war
Down thru the last century
They should have a parade for the lovers that made it
Together into their 70's
Honey take my hand through this broken land
Won't you take my hand through this broken land?
I was raised in the pews of a dozen small churches
Tongues of fire conjured when the choir would sing
Beyond the din of the deceivers and the orphaned believers
I heard the lord knockin so I let him in
Now that refuge of hope has been torn down for years
And my spirit still fights with my flesh
But if you cornered me in my clearest moment
Asked me if I'd do it again, I'd say yes
Honey take my hand through this broken land
Written by: Luke Brindley
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