"Holding"

I'm standing here and hoping for you
Holding my door open for you now
Ask just what you will of me
I'll bend just like a willow tree
And now I'm holdin' ho-oldin'
Holdin' my door open to the wind

Seven times she came to me
And each time seemed the same to me
She knows just what to ask me now
And I can't help but wonder how
I'm holdin' ho-oldin'
Holdin' my own before the wind

I wrote my name upon the sands
With questioningly weary hands
The tide arose and answered me
And washed my name into the sea
And now I'm holdin' ho-oldin'
Holdin' my name unto the wind
Holdin' my own before the wind
Holdin' my door open to the wind