Held - Bill Callahan

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

I’m 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

Waouh!