Younger Years

Above the plains of Omaha I think of all the sufferin' I saw The soakin' of the pavement Sprawled upon a land without a law Everythin' I loved Everythin' I found or I hoped for Frightened and surrounded Who else is there to turn to anymore? Oh, I held out my arms Oh, I held out my arms Held out my arms There was a time I spoke the truth But my younger years were wasted on my youth Somewhere I awakened With a crack to a pounding on the roof Sure I heard the sound As evidence, or better yet as proof I was naked as the day I was born 'Neath the fullness of the moon Oh, I held out my arms Oh, I held out my arms Held out my arms Far away I hear singin' Far away a song The blinding light of morning came Flooding through the window like a friend Like a wild revelation Like a shining invitation to attend Spoken as a prayer Unbroken by despair I make amends The love inside our hearts Is the only kind of savior we've been sent Oh, I held out my arms Oh, I held out my arms Held out my arms