David Crosby - Through Your Hands Lyrics
You were dreaming on a park benchAbout 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 cloakAnd you ask"What am I not doing?"She says,"Your voice cannot command"She says, "In time you will moveMountainsAnd it will comeThrough your hands."Still you angle for an optionStill you argue for your causeLike you wouldn't know a burningBushTill it blew up in your faceWe dream about the futureWe memorize the pastWhen just a simple reaching outCould build a bridge that lastsAnd you ask"What am I not doing?"She says,"Your voice cannot command"She says, "In time you will moveMountainsAnd it will comeThrough your hands."So whatever your hands find to doYou must do with all your heartThere are thoughts enough toBlow men's mindsAnd tear great worlds apartThere's a healing touch to find youOut on that broad highwaySomewhereGonna lift you as high as musicRunning through an angel's hairAnd don't worryWhat you are not doing'Cause your voice cannot commandAnd in time you will move mountainsAnd it will come through your handsThrough your handsThrough your hands
