Use the truth
As a weapon
To beat up all your friends
Every chink in the armor
An excuse to cause offense
And the boys from the hallway
Calling out your name
And true love will,
Find them in the end

You are restless
I was somewhere less secure
So I went running to the road
And so now that the longest of places I was
I quit my rambling and come home

Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms

And your saints
And your mantra
And your things, to keep you calm
If you stay
With that asshole
Is gonna do you harm
As the voice singing loudly on the radio
Just for you
And good fortune
Will find him in the end

Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): GLEN HANSARD, GLEN JAMES HANSARD