Little hand
Keep your hand on mine
Just 'til this bus
Finds its way
To the end of the line
Did you know
I am just like you?
Trying to decide
Which things in this world
Are safe to hold onto
Give me my name
I think that I'd believe
If it's you telling me
And let it not be
My fate that I would hide
When I'm seen by a child
Little one
You already know
Fingers are made to touch
And hands are made to hold