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 her warmest cloak

And you ask, "What am I not doin'?"
She says, "Your voice cannot command"
She says, "In time, you will move mountains
It will come through your hands"

Still you angle for an option
Still you argue for your case
Like you wouldn't know a burning bush till it blew up in your face
We dream about the future
We memorize the past
When just a simple reaching out could build a bridge that lasts

And you ask, "What am I not doin'?"
She says, "Your voice cannot command"
"But in time, you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands"

So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough to blow men's minds
And tear great worlds apart
There's a healing touch to find you
Out on that broad highway, somewhere
Gonna lift you as high as music
Running through an angel's hair

"And don't worry, what you are not doin'
'Cause your voice cannot command"
Says, "In time, you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands"

"Through your hands"
"Through your hands"