Please, Hold My Hand In the spring of life, we were just sweethearts, with no lifelong plan, A ballgame and a yellow school bus, maybe I could hold your hand. A day at the zoo, we did that a lot, and just why I don’t understand, Staring at animals, as they stared at us, and I would hold your hand. Race day, the smell of nitro in the air, a long hot day in the stands, A hotdog for lunch, a walk…