John Hiatt & The Guilty Dogs
Through Your Hands
You were dreaming on a park bench'Bout a broad highway somewhereWhen the music from the carillonSeemed to hurl your heart out therePast the scientific darknessPast the fireflies that floatTo an angel bending downTo wrap you in her warmest coat [CHORUS:]And you ask, "What am I not doing?"She says "Your voice cannot command.In time, you will move mountains,And it will come through your hands." Still you argue for an optionStill you angle for your caseLike you wouldn't know a burning bushIf it blew up in your faceYeah, we scheme about the futureAnd we dream about the pastWhen just a simple reaching outMight build a bridge that lasts [CHORUS:]So whatever your hands find to doYou must do with all your heartLetras de cancionesThere are thoughts enoughTo blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart There's a healing touch to find youOn that broad highway somewhereTo lift you highAs music flyingThrough the angel's hair. Don't ask what you are not doingBecause your voice cannot commandIn time we will move mountainsAnd it will come through your hands
From Letras Mania