Through Your Hands Lyrics - Don Henley

You were dreaming on a park bench 

'Bout a broad highway somewhere 

When the music from the carillon 

Seemed to hurl your heart out there 

Past the scientific darkness 

Past the fireflies that float 

To an angel bending down 

To wrap you in her warmest coat 

And you ask, "What am I not doing?" 

She says, "Your voice cannot command 

In time, you will move mountains 

It will come through your hand" 

Still you argue for an option 

Still you angle for your case 

Like you wouldn't know a burning bush 

If it blew up in your face 

Yeah, we scheme about the future 

And we dream about the past 

When just a simple reaching out 

Might build a bridge that lasts 

And you ask, "What am I not doing?" 

She says, "Your voice cannot command 

In time, you will move mountains 

It will come through your hand, your hand" 

So whatever your hands find to do 

You must do with all your heart 

There are thoughts enough 

To blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart 

There's a healing touch to find you 

On that broad highway somewhere 

To lift you high as music flying 

Through the angel's hair 

Don't ask what you are not doing 

Because your voice cannot command 

In time we will move mountains 

And it will come through your hands 

Through your hands 

Through your hands 

Through your hands 

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