Contributors
- ISRC:USEP41748003
- Recorded:2017
- ©2018 Anti
- Writer:Kenneth Pattengale
- Writer:Joey Ryan
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 – i 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 – i 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 – i held out my arms