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 what 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 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
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