Weary Hands

I've been walking on the mountains and the valleys
And the caves and the caverns
Where the waves keep on crashing on the rocks
To find the peace I lost
I've been searching where there's stars on the ground
And the cars make a sound
Of a symphony of me
Always missing the feeling that I'm home

I've been a stranger in these parts
For far too long
And I don't like my chances
Of crawling back home

But is there
Hope for the weary hands
Hope for the broken man
Hope for the wondering
Voice as it sings
Hope for the ones who run
Hope for this foolish son
Hope for the tired feet
Hope for me

What you've got has been stopping me from sleeping
All the secrets that you're keeping
That I've tried to find
'Cause there's no way it's as easy as you say, no
'Cause you make living look like dancing
While I'm crawling on the floor on all fours
Well I'm sure you believe it
But I just can't see me changing anymore, no

I've been a stranger in these parts
For far too long
And I don't like my chances
Of crawling back home
I've been a stranger in these parts
For far too long
And I don't like my chances
Of calling this home

But is there
Hope for the weary hands
Hope for the broken man
Hope for the wondering
Voice as it sings
Hope for the ones who run
Hope for this foolish son
Hope for the tired feet
Hope for me

And I've been a stranger
To your heart for far too long
I don't understand how
You can call me your home

But you're talking 'bout
Grace for the weary hands
Grace for the broken man
Grace for the wondering
Voice as it sings
Grace for the ones who run
Grace for this foolish son
Grace for the tired feet
Grace for me