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John Hiatt( John Robert Hiatt )
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Through Your Hands
Lyricist:John Hiatt
You were dreaming 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 coat
And you ask, 'What am I not doing?' She says, 'Your voice cannot command' She says, '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 wouldn't know a burning bush If it blew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future As we dream about the past When just a simple reaching out Might build a bridge that lasts Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And you ask, 'What am I not doing?' She says, 'Your voice cannot command' She says, 'In time, you will move mountains And it will come through your hands'
So whatever your hands find to do Go out and 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 To lift you high as music flying Through the angel's hair
Don't ask what you are not doing Because your voice cannot command You see in time we will move mountains And it will come, ran through your hands
Through your hands Through your hands Through your hands
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