[Verse 1]
For the first time in my life
I let myself be held, yeah
Like a big old baby
And I surrender
Mmm, to your charity, whoa
I let the jets fly
Not wishing for their destruction
Orange and black
In a perfect blue sky
I lay back in the tall grass
I let the ants cover me
[Verse 2]
For the first time in my life
I am moving away, moving away, moving away
Moving away from within the reach of me
All the while being held like a
Like a, like a big old
Held was written by Bill Callahan.
Held was produced by Mark Rankin & Spoon.
We hadn’t played it since some show—probably in 2004 or 2005—and hadn’t thought too much about it. But we were having a bit of a jam in the studio, and I just called that one out. I loved the tune—I related to the words about opening yourself up to that kind of surrender and connection. And before,...