And heaven knows I can't forsake
you
It's not my style
And the arms you bring for
my pillow
They make it all worthwhile
And I try to understand
And to be like the canyon
below my feet
I'm holding out my hand
And I think about it
O I'm callin' out
It brings a new life on me
love
O and I see that you've much
better
Then any man I could find
And I'd like to be the lady
Who'll rock you through the
times
And I try to understand
And to be like the canyon
below my feet
I'm holding out my hand
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