These Arms
These arms
That hang here by my side
These arms that ache to open wide
Are useless arms with nothing left to do
Since these arms
Stopped holding you
These arms are worthless now to me
They let you go so how good could they be
Just foolish arms for which I have no need
A pair of arms that grew weak
And set love free
Reaching out to embrace
A vacant memory
Finding just the empty space
Around what's left of me
Two arms that failed completely
Arms both scarred so deeply
Keep paying love's costs with each tragic sway
Trying meekly to assist
My struggle with the truth
Unable to resist
What tears still make us view
Two arms that failed completely
Arms both scarred so deeply
Keep paying love's costs with each tragic sway
These arms
That hang here by my side
These arms that ache to open wide
Useless arms with nothing left to do
Since these arms
Stopped holding you
Since these arms
Stopped holding you
Writer/s: Dwight Yoakam
