Walking Stick - The Painted Pianos

I'll meet you by the tree of broken glass
Where the hope, the hope that anything could last
So lets go, and take the words that we know
And toss them in the sea of thoughtful dreams
But if you listen, you still hear them
Calling out our names
Calling out our names
Though we might faint and fall
We'll keep on standing tall
This world is in our hands
So get up and grab your walking stick
These mountains have no trails
But we are tough as nails
Come on this is our land
So get up and grab your walking stick
We can go to the bridge that crosses over fear
The fear of love, and what it does to those they hold near
So lets run, till the water meets the sun
We can toss our worries far away from our hearts
And if you listen, you cannot hear them
Calling out our names
Calling out our names
Though we might faint and fall
We'll keep on standing tall
This world is in our hands
So get up and grab your walking stick
Those grey clouds look close
But we have got raincoats
This day is looking grand
So get up and grab your walking stick
But if you hold onto the truth inside
Let it guide your step and be your light
You'll be ok
You'll be ok
Just hold my hand as we listen dear
For the way to go as it comes near
We'll be ok
Oh we'll be ok
Thought we might faint and fall
We'll keep on standing tall
This world is in our hands
So get up and grab your walking stick
My love is what I promised you
You know that is true
That is where I'll stand
Though we might faint and fall
We'll keep on standing tall
This world is in our hands
So get up and grab your walking stick
These mountains have no trails
But we are tough as nails
Come on this is our land
So get up and grab your walking stick
But if you hold onto the truth inside
Let it guide your step and be your light
You'll be ok
You'll be ok
Just hold my hand as we listen dear
For the way to go as it comes near
We'll be ok
Oh we'll be ok
Though we might faint and fall
We'll keep on standing tall
This world is in our hands
So get up and grab your walking stick
Those grey clouds look close
But we have got raincoats
This day is looking grand
So get up and grab your walking stick