Текст песни Younger Years - The Milk Carton Kids

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