Through Your Hands Lyrics

Through Your Hands lyrics

(by John Hiatt)

 

 You were dreaming on a park bench about 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 cloak

 

 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 angle for an option, still you argue for your case

 Like you wouldn't know a burning bush if it blew up in your face

 Yeah, we scheme about the future and we dream about 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,

 In time you will move mountains

 And it will come through your hands."

 

 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 on that broad highway somewhere

 To lift you as high as music running through an angel's hair

 

 Don't ask what you are not doing

 'Cause your voice cannot command

 And in time we will move mountains

 And it will come through your hands