Текст: Wayne Watson. Living Room. Steal Me Away.

Steal me away, steal me away
From the devils and the dealers
Who never satisfy me
Steal me away, steal me away
And wrap me in Your arms where nothing else can ever steal me away

I don't want to live here
But I don't want to leave
This old world is not my home
Since I've got to be here, face the music, and take some heat
Could we maybe go somewhere and find some quiet time along together?

Steal me away, steal me away
From the devils and the dealers
Who never satisfy me
Steal me away, steal me away
And wrap me in Your arms where nothing else can ever steal me away

Slings and arrows, sticks and stones
How much more can one heart take before it breaks?
Just a little more, I guess but
So there won't be more mistakes

Could we maybe go somewhere
And find some quiet time along together, Jesus?

Steal me away, steal me away
From the devils and the dealers
Who never satisfy me
Steal me away, steal me away
And wrap me in Your arms where nothing else

Can steal me away, steal me away
From the devils and the dealers
Who never satisfy me
Steal me away, steal me away
And wrap me in Your arms where nothing else can ever steal me away