Inspired by what I think is a Leon Helms song that involved a lot of hand-holding and was covered by Old Crow Medicine Show and the Lumineers and the Milk Carton Kids.
The minstrels have the sharpest edge
But they can’t excise dark clouds from the kaleidoscope sky
Close your eyes against the black and white
Fill your head with every sound
Feel every shoulder pressed tight
Can you escape reason’s gravity
Held up by the love you brung?
Is your heart full enough to survive the doubting sea?
The backs of them underneath
Will bring you close enough
To stretch out your hand to the stage
And join that old crow’s warble
Lend a tenor to Leon’s dirt farm
And dance around a spotlit milk carton
Step out onto that stage and cry out
Bathed in the sun-draped wall of sound
Now stretch out your hand
So I can give you mine