Hang your worries on my thin Kentucky framenLay your fears on my chestnPlace a reach on my careless fingertipnAnd chase the morning lightnnWe were built for thisnWe were built for thisnnRest your troubles on my unforgiving backnLift your pain upon my deathnRub your hands with your faith and trust their pathnAnd trace the morning lightnnWe were built for thisnWe were built for thisnnSpeak with words that you gathered from the groundnHold a light up to the skynGive the dove just one more chance to singnAnd replace the morning light