Hang your worries on my thin Kentucky frameLay your fears on my chestPlace a wish on my calloused fingertipAnd chase the morning lightWe were built for thisWe were built for thisRest your troubles on my young, forgiving backLift your pain upon my deckRub your hands with your faith and trust their pathAnd trace the morning lightWe were built for thisWe were built for thisSpeak with words that we gather from the groundHold a light up to the skyGive the dove just one more chance to singAnd replace the morning light
