On a little backroad that wound us through Croatia I got off in my head, proud of what we'd done Started living our lives, showing these kids Something without a plan Holding 'em tight like water through our hands In a little white house below the trees of Holland We were cooking each night, sleeping in one big bed We were living each day, loving these kids Watching them take the chance Holding 'em tight like water through our hands Through our hands Through our hands Through our hands Through our hands They feel just like water through our hands Our son and our daughter have a plan They grow up so fast I don't understand They feel just like water through our hands Through our hands Through our hands In a little hotel that overlooked Rwanda We would challenge ourselves to stop and just slow down We would take a big chance to show 'em this land Hoping they'd understand Holding 'em tight like water through our hands Through our hands Through our hands Through our hands Through our hands They feel just like water through our hands Our son and our daughter have a plan They grow up so fast I don't understand They feel just like water through our hands Through our hands Through our hands Through our hands Through our hands In a little house by the coast of Carolina Where them waterways meet the finer setting sun It's a magical place for raising these kids From river to stream to sand Holding 'em tight like water through our hands