Held
For the first time in my life
I let myself be held
Like a big old baby
I surrender
To your charity
I lay back in the tall grass
And let the ants cover me
I let the jets fly
Not wishing for their destruction
Born to black
In a perfect blue sky
For the first time in my life
I am moving away, moving away, moving away
From within the reach of me
And all the wild being held
Like a big old baby
I let myself be held
Like a big old baby
I surrender
To your charity
I lay back in the tall grass
And let the ants cover me
I let the jets fly
Not wishing for their destruction
Born to black
In a perfect blue sky
For the first time in my life
I am moving away, moving away, moving away
From within the reach of me
And all the wild being held
Like a big old baby
Credits
Writer(s): Bill Callahan
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