I needed it most,
When I was eighteen.
But now that I'm older,
I don't need many things.
Just someone to hold,
That's what you give me.
When dark touches your skull baby,
Ah, babe, you can drop that on me.
So I say lord,
All the heavens you've made,
Can't hold back the ghosts
That haunt my baby and me.
Oh can't ye hold em back,
From comin' on in,
To a lovely woman,
That just wants
Her mind back again.
I cannot crumble,
What you want this to be.
Or bring peace of mind,
If it aint there to see.
Ah, if you don't know yourself,
How could you ever know me.
But to have and to hold you,
Yeah, that's the way its gotta be.
