These Hands Are Not My Own

The setting sun in the mirror It's the only thing to look at way out here I'm pulling at the gearshift The thing is stuck, but we're not going anywhere You rest your eyes on mine I stare at you dead in the eyes These hands are not my own These hands are not my own I was never taught how to talk I let my history get in the way My throat moves as if it's haunted My eyes dart around when you ask, "Are you okay?" These hands are not my own These hands are not my own I drive the long way home This time I'm alone I look in the mirror I see a speck in the rising sun These hands are not my own (These hands are not my own) These hands are not my own (These hands are not my own) These hands are not my own (These hands are not my own) These hands are not my own (These hands are not my own)