The heart wears no clothes
It is as naked as a winter tree
When laid bare for all to see
Stick in the key and turn the lock
For this life is always on the clock
Simply waiting for you

Life has a way of passing on by
Loneliness knows no falling sands
And it barely notices helping hands
This ghost is hiding in the wide open
Waiting for that golden moment when
The passing heels fall silent

When what you have is nothing
Giving seems like such a dream
All I have is the shirt on my back
And a few meager things in my pack
So just what is it I can offer
To the shadows all around

My bootstraps seem like such a stretch
Frozen by life I can't seem to bend
This message inside I cannot send
Out into the mist and the shadows
What way can I find out of this place
What hand will come out of the dark

What hand will come out of the dark
To light this spark

Bob Thomas
copyright 2003