(John Hiatt)
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[Intro. (Acoustic Guitar + Synth)]
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You were dreaming on a park bench
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About a broad highway somewhere
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When the music from the carillon
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Seemed to hurl your heart out there
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Past the scientific darkness
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Past the fireflies that float
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To an angel bending down
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To wrap you in her warmest cloak
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And you ask "What am I not doing?"
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She says "Your voice cannot command"
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She says, "In time you will move mountains
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And it will come through your hands"
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[Instrumental (Synth)]
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Still you angle for an option
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Still you argue for your case
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Like you wouldn't know a burning bush
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Till it blew up in your face
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We dream about the future
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We memorize the past
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When just a simple reaching out
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Could build a bridge that lasts
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And you ask "What am I not doing?"
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She says "Your voice cannot command"
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"In time you will move mountains
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And it will come through your hands"
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[Instrumental (Synth)]
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So whatever your hands find to do
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You must do with all your heart
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There are thoughts enough to blow men's minds
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And tear great worlds apart
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There's a healing touch to find you
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Out on that broad highway somewhere
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Gonna lift you as high as music
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Running through an angel's hair
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And don't worry what you are not doing
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'Cause your voice cannot command
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And in time you will move mountains
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And it will come through your hands
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Through your hands
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Through your hands
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Mmm
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[Ending (Synth)]
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Through Your Hands
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David Crosby |