Younger Years

Above the plains of Omaha

I think of all the suffering I saw

The soaking of the pavement

Sprawled upon a land without a law

Everything I loved, everything I found or I hoped for

Frightened, I'm 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 as naked as the day that I was born

Beneath 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 singing

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