Closed Hand, Full of Friends (Live)

The scenery's changing and it warms my soul
I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
So get your boots on and your walking coat
And we'll together leave our footprints out upon a virgin snow

That ancient sunrise will soon descend
We'll be left here pondering on the things which we can depend
So let's start over with no means to an end
Just an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see in its light, I couldn't kneel at its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright

Every morning when the coffee's on
And I rediscover that color in your eyes, and it's gold and it's bronze
And in the moonlight go get the camera, just go
With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our tongues

Yeah, well London was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see in it's light, I couldn't kneel at its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground, and they'd sing
Den of feedin' it's crunchy
And hide away from all the wolves and the vultures
All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
Oh, I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright

In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the Loch Tay boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
Aya-ya-ya-ya-yah