A                                        D
On a little backroad that wound us through Croatia
      A                                  D
I got off in my head, proud of what we'd done
        A                 E
Started living our lives, showing these kids
D
Something without a plan
A                      E                 D
Holding 'em tight like water through our hands
     A                                     D
In a little white house below the trees of Holland
        A                                       D
We were cooking each night, sleeping in one big bed
        A                E
We were living each day, loving these kids
D
Watching them take the chance
A                      E                 D
Holding 'em tight like water through our hands
            A
Through our hands
            D
Through our hands
            A
Through our hands
            D
Through our hands

[Chorus]
                    A            E    D
They feel just like water through our hands
                A            E  D
Our son and our daughter have a plan
                     A        E    D
They grow up so fast I don't understand
                    A            E    D
They feel just like water through our hands
            A     D
Through our hands
            A     D
Through our hands

[Verse 2]
     A                             D
In a little hotel that overlooked Rwanda
         A                                         D
We would challenge ourselves to stop and just slow down
         A                    E
We would take a big chance to show 'em this land
D
Hoping they'd understand
A                      E                 D
Holding 'em tight like water through our hands
            A
Through our hands
            D
Through our hands
            A
Through our hands
            D
Through our hands

[Chorus]
                    A            E    D
They feel just like water through our hands
                A            E  D
Our son and our daughter have a plan
                     A        E    D
They grow up so fast I don't understand
                    A            E    D
They feel just like water through our hands
            A     D
Through our hands
            A     D
Through our hands
            A     D
Through our hands
            A     D F# E D
Through our hands

[Verse 3]
     A                                D
In a little house by the coast of Carolina
           A                                D
Where them waterways meet the finer setting sun
       A                 E
It's a magical place for raising these kids
     D
From river to stream to sand
A                      E                 D
Holding 'em tight like water through our hands
A                    D
 Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
A                    D
 Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo