Idle Hands

They say idle hands are the devil's work
But i seem to trust mine to know their worth
Boxes checked and the utmost respect
Our souls familiar but never met
I wanna do this right and take the time
Patience being taught through the night

What does that look like
What does that say
Way over my head
My heart's waiting on the day

You're always ahead
And halfway around
Im not sure when you're homebound
But that doesn't bother me none
Cause i got the time
To fix myself and align
To know what is right
But toe the line
Keep me on my heels but step with pride

What does that look like?
What does that say?
Way over my head
My heart's waiting on the day



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Homme, Jordan Allen, Michael Alexander Cerveris, Randall Penn, Ryan Black
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