Jesus' Hands Lyrics - American Music Club

Well I'd like to hang out 

But I can tell that you're not a drinking crowd 

I got places to go, people to see 

I got a thirst that would make the ocean proud 

Hey brother, hey sister 

Don't you see a crack form in the dam 

For a loser, no one can touch him 

He's out slipping through jesus' hands 

I'm walking in circles in a waiting room 

For a welcome I don't feel in my soul 

I watch the time pass, it pours in my glass 

I drink it down, blood from a stone 

Hey brother, hey sister 

Don't you see a crack form in the dam 

For a loser, no one can touch him 

He's out slipping through jesus' hands 

Looking for love in all the wrong places 

The sidewalks and the sky 

Looking for something that no one can give me 

And no one can help me buy 

Oh brother, oh sister 

Don't you see a crack form in the dam 

For a loser, no one can touch him 

He's out slipping through jesus' hands 

Well I'd like to hang out 

But I can tell that you're not a drinking crowd 

I got nowhere to go, no one to see 

I got a thirst that would make the ocean proud