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David Crosby Through Your Hands written by John Hiatt
You were dreaming on a park bench
About a broad highway somewhere
Where 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 doing
She says your voice cannot command
She says in time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
Still your 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 doing
She says your voice cannot command
She says in time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
SOLO
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 the broad highway somewhere
Gonna lift you as high as music
Running thru an angels hair
And don't worry what you are not doing
Cause your voice cannot command
She says in time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands
Whistling Moon Traveler Music/Careers BMG Music(BMI)
Atlantic Records 1993
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