When the call hasn't come,
Let me sit with you and wait.
When the other kind does,
Let me help you bear the weight.
Let me gather wood, when the fires gone out.
Hold your white knuckled hands, when our daughters out too late.
Let me be the one, that's walking with you through the night.
When the morning comes, with it's brash and blinding light.
Let me be the one, that's crawling with you through the thorns.
Back to back, we both were born to share this fight.
When you haven't got no sleep,
Let me fix you a cup of Joe.
Let me soak your shirt in tears,
Help you hobble down the hall with your IV line in tow.
There's no one I'd rather walk with,
Through the brier or the flame.
Let me hold you in the darkness,
In the fire, in the rain.
Back to back, we both were born to share this fight.
Back to back, we both were born to share this fight.