Healing Hands, Heal Me

Lonely life in the city Same thing day in and day out Subway, trains, planes and cranes Needing a change without a doubt There’s more to life than this So everyone always says My knight will come one day Yeah, someday I will be his He has the kind of hands Strong and firm you see Longing for him to take me Mend me, caress me Healing hands, heal me I see him everyday Lunch time at the corner diner Staring out the window No one could look the finer Daydreams as I watch him Oblivious to my yearn He goes about his day When will it be my turn? He has the kind of hands Strong and firm you see Longing for him to take me Mend me, caress me Healing hands, heal me So as the sun sets On my life without love Will I ever, ever have That man I always dreamed of? And as I close my eyes at night Whispering as I dream I say a prayer to God above Only he knows what I need He has the kind of hands Strong and firm you see Longing for him to take me Mend me, caress me Healing hands, heal me He has the kind of hands Strong and firm you see Longing for him to take me Mend me, caress me Healing hands, heal me *Written for John Heck’s Dear John contest. Based on Elton John/Bearnie Taupin song title- Healing Hands