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 where 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, oh-ho

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 poundin' 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, oh-ho

Far away, I hear singin'

Far away, a song

The blindin' light of morning came

Floodin' 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 heart, oh-ho