| When the weight of the world |
| bares down so strong |
| you leave footprints on the street |
| and there’s too many miles to face |
| without a few more hours sleep |
| the storm clouds overhead won’t shed |
| any rain to quench your thirst |
| i wanna be the one you reach for first |
| when your faith is stretched so thin |
| that you can see straight through your soul |
| and you can’t find a nickel to buy a smile cuz your pockets all got holes |
| you wanna shut the door and |
| hide before the day can get much worse |
| i wanna be the one you reach for first |
| fall into me |
| my arms are opened wide |
| and you don’t have to say a word |
| cuz i already see |
| that it’s hard |
| and you’re scared |
| and you’re tired |
| and it hurts |
| and i wanna be the one you reach for first |
| i wanna be the bottle you’ve been drinkin with your eyes |
| or the road you run away on |
| you’ve been runnin all your life |
| the third row pew that you last knew |
| as a child in church |
| i wanna be the one you reach for first |
| fall into me |
| my arms are open wide |
| and you don’t have to say a word |
| cuz i already see |
| that it’s hard |
| and you’re scared |
| and you’re tired |
| and it hurts |
| and i wanna be the one you reach for first |
| (just before) before you turn the key |
| (just before) before you fall asleep |
| before you drift away to fight those demons waiting for you in your dreams |
| (just before) before your arms are stretched wide open |
| (just before) before you’re reaching to the sky |
| (just before) before you’re searching for direction |
| and all the answers to your life |
| fall into me |
| oh my arms are stretched wide open |
| you don’t have to say a word |
| because i already see |
| that it’s hard |
| and you’re scared |
| and you’re tired |
| and i know it hurts |
| yes it’s hard |
| and you’re scared |
| and you’re tired |
| and it hurts |
| and i wanna be the one you reach for first |