Through Your Hands

Through Your Hands - Don Henley

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 his warmest coat

And you ask

What am I not doing

He says

Your voice cannot command

But 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

And we dream about the past

When just a simple reaching out

Might build a bridge that lasts

And you ask

What am I not doing

He 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 mens minds

And tear great worlds apart

There's a healing touch to find you

On that broad highway somewhere

To lift you high

As music flying

Through the angels hair

So don't ask what you are not doing

Because your voice cannot command

In time we will move mountains

And it will come through your hands