Healing Hands

I never thought I'd find my own way That love had slipped away And left me cold I was swinging at shadows I was handing out blame Until you came To fill my soul 'Cause it wasn't in my bottle Or the bottom of my glass I couldn't see it in my future Or the wreckage of my past Lay me down Roll me over Be my teacher Be my lover Show me how to fly Help me to stand With your healing hands Would you drive with me westward? Put some miles beneath these wheels 'Til trouble feels far behind With all the passion in my body Naked skin and naked soul I need you to be mine Somehow the words all failed me In that quiet candle light But you smiled and touched me gently Told me it would be all right Lay me down Roll me over Be my teacher Be my lover Show me how to fly Help me to stand With your healing hands In a circle of two Around Santa Fe fires We made magic with our eyes And in the waist deep snows of Yellowstone There was no one but God and you and I To save our lives But I swear I found religion On the South Dakota plains And in you I have salvation Over my poor, lost remains Oh, lay me down... Lay me down Roll me over Be my teacher Be my lover Show me how to fly Help me to stand With your healing hands Lay me down Roll me over Be my teacher Be my lover I'll be your shelter Yours to command With your healing hands