Like my mind's picture of you
Mother singing in the kitchen
when daddy's dead, revival
Finding muddy waters and a lost highway
on the road to my survival
All the memories run together
from autumn gold to summer blue
With the things we carry an
Oh the things we carry and can't let go
and just what freedom costs
And living with that loss
We are fathers, we are mothers
We are sisters, we are brothers
These are the things that we carry
Hold on to me, baby I'll hold on
Oh, things I carry and hold on to
My mind's whispered of you
Music of your voice, like a perfect violin
We are fathers, we are mothers
We are sisters, we are brothers
These are the things that we carry
Hold on to me baby, I'll hold on
Hold on to me baby, I'll hold on
All the things we carry and hold on to
Like my mind's picture of you