Through Your Hands
You were dreamin
On a park bench
bout a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down
To wrap you in his warmest coat
And you ask
What am I not doing
He says
Your voice cannot command
In time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
Still you argue for an option
Still you angle for your case
Like you wouldnt know a burning bush
If it blew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future
And we dream about the past
When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts
And you ask
What am I not doing
He says
Your voice cannot command
In time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
Through your hands
So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough
To blow mens minds
And tear great worlds apart
Theres a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high
As music flyin
Through the angels hair
Dont ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
song performed by Don Henley
Added by Lucian Velea
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