Track 4 of the album The Long Way Home · 2013
Steady Hands, Steady Road
“A man ran behind my bicycle on the gravel and let go without telling me. I wanted a song with steady hands in it.”
acoustic · gentle roots · road folk · 3:09
Lyrics
I learned to ride from a man with steady hands He ran along behind me on the gravel and the sand He said, look at the road, not the wheel You'll go where you're looking, that's how it feels Years went by and I carried the phrase Through the jobs and the moves and the lean-in days When the map wouldn't fold and the signs went wrong I'd hear him say it, calm and strong Steady hands, steady road Take the weight, ease the load Keep your eyes on the line ahead Hear the kind things that he said Steady hands, steady road Every mile is a mile I know You don't have to go fast You just have to go on Now there's a child on a bike in my own front lane I'm running behind her in the late-day rain I tell her, look at the road, not the wheel And I feel his hand in mine, as real as real Somebody held on, then let go That's the whole of it, that's all I know Love is a hand that you learn to release And a road that goes on in the quiet and peace Steady hands, steady road Take the weight, ease the load Keep your eyes on the line ahead Hear the kind things that he said Steady hands, steady road Every mile is a mile I know You don't have to go fast You just have to go on Steady hands, steady road You just have to go on