rd Fret Intro: I'll tell you what I will miss California and horses Down by the sailboats where we waded in The feel of the world in my hands, my hands The feel of the world in my hands, my hands, my hands And still so many ways that I love the wind From a storm in the sails to the breath on your lips It's such a little thing, then again, then again The feel of the world in your hands, your hands The feel of the world in your hands, your hands, your hands Bridge: Just like the Sunday we drove out from Houston Out to the edge of the world, out where the sky starts to bend After awhile in the sun, you'll be sleeping, sleeping Instrumental: