Hands

I'll try to picture our face If I can still remember it My brain ain't what it used to be Since last December-ish What's left is right on the edge Of bad habits But it's so easy to steal When the whole world fits In your pocket And the rivers that flow Through the lines in my palms Are just like the streets that Connect outlet malls And with dry dry hands We'll write all our letters Trying to make sense of it all The end of my wits Or my finger tips I'll bite down to the quick I'll try to pick up at the place Close to where we left off I'll sing songs About places and faces And what's in my coffee cup These arms can do a whole lot more Than just tying shoes So I'll cross my eyes And my fingers Our paths and the people I almost knew And on the 17th of May The light acted strange And I saw the face of God And despite all my hair I'm well aware That I am my father's son The end of my wits Or my finger tips I'll bite down to the quick In my time on earth I learned me a secret We've got hands that do all our building And love is the blueprint When my time is up I'll look back there, thinking On the face that we shared I'll hold it and keep it In my time on earth I learned me a secret We've got hands that do all our building And love is the blueprint When my time is up I'll look back there, thinking On the face that we shared I'll hold it and keep it I'll hold it and keep it I'll hold it and keep it