Healing Hands

I never thought I'd find my own way
That love had slipped away
And left me cold
I was swinging at shadows
I was handing out blame
Until you came
To fill my soul
'Cause it wasn't in my bottle
Or the bottom of my glass
I couldn't see it in my future
Or the wreckage of my past

Lay me down
Roll me over
Be my teacher
Be my lover
Show me how to fly
Help me to stand
With your healing hands

Would you drive with me westward?
Put some miles beneath these wheels
'Til trouble feels far behind
With all the passion in my body
Naked skin and naked soul
I need you to be mine
Somehow the words all failed me
In that quiet candle light
But you smiled and touched me gently
Told me it would be all right

Lay me down
Roll me over
Be my teacher
Be my lover
Show me how to fly
Help me to stand
With your healing hands

In a circle of two
Around Santa Fe fires
We made magic with our eyes
And in the waist deep snows of Yellowstone
There was no one but God and you and I
To save our lives
But I swear I found religion
On the South Dakota plains
And in you I have salvation
Over my poor, lost remains
Oh, lay me down

Lay me down
Roll me over
Be my teacher
Be my lover
Show me how to fly
Help me to stand
With your healing hands

Lay me down
Roll me over
Be my teacher
Be my lover
I'll be your shelter
Yours to command
With your healing hands