Texty: Rocky Votolato. Burning My Travels Clean. Holding Onto Water.

Some things can't be bottled
See how it's draining out the bottom
Just like holding onto water
My eyes will only open for so long

So show me everything
I'm always aching to see
It's not pretty I know
But still this is who I'll always be
I'm learning to trust you enough to take from you
You can trust me too
I have many gifts
That's right my God gave them to me
I've worked hard to learn to use them
And now I'll go and teach

Bothell is beautiful in the fall
Days of my youth were not so long ago
I learned things here that some men never see
The lucky ones know exactly what I mean
I'm learning to trust you enough to take from you
You can trust me too