Lyrics You Held My Hand - Sammy J

True story, I was flying on a plane in the sky,
When some turbulence hit,
And the guy next to me, who was in his mid-40s,
Grabbed my hand in a reflex action.

The wind died down, we landed safely on the ground,
And as we left the plane I joked to him;
'What happens in turbulence stays in turbulence',
And he ignored me.

NO! You don't have the right, sir,
I was on that flight, sir,
Turn your Bluetooth headset off,
Acknowledge what you did.

You held my hand,
I was there.
You held my hand,
In the air,
My hand could not escape,
No means no, my hand was raped.

At the baggage carousel he was greeting his wife,
I saw them embrace, she said, 'how was your flight?',
He said, 'yeah, it was fine,'
'Just a little bit bumpy at the end'.
"A LITTLE BIT BUMPY!?" What!?
You thought you were going to die,
And now you stand here and deny the fact,
That I exist, I'll take this hand and make a fist,
And shake it as you walk away,
But you'll just ignore you've got a life, a wife and kids,
I guess my hand was just your whore.
You held my hand.

You held my hand,
In the air.
You held my hand,
So don't you dare pretend,
You don't know who I am,
You know full well, you held my hand.

Are you thinking 'bout my hand tonight,
Are you wishing you could hold it tight.
Are you lying in bed making love to your wife,
With my hand in your head tonight.

And when you shake the hands of your shareholders,
At your business lunch,
Do they just feel cold 'cause they can't compare to this.
Yeah, I bet you wanna touch it one more time.

The hand that held you,
The hand that saved you,
The hand that offered you grace,
When you needed a friend,
And you crapped your pants,
And you thought it was the end.
You held my hand,
No more lies,
I saw the panic in your eyes.
I hope we meet again,
Side by side, on a plane,
And the engine blows,
And the plane goes down,
And it plummets through the air,
And you reach out for my hand again,
But my hand won't be there.
'Cause I'll be giving it this,
Yeah, I'll be flipping the rude finger.
And I'll offer my hand, on one condition,
That you make a full admission,
In a letter, and you'd better write it fast,
'Cause there's not long to go,
And when they pull our bodies out,
I want the world to know,
You held my hand.