Texty: Ron Sexsmith. Hands Of Time.

Like a fool I?m reaching out, Lord
To the hands of time
If he knew how You were drowning
He?d never toss You a line

If all we have is here and now
Honey, I won?t change a thing, all I know is how I feel
When you move your snow white hand in mine
I?ll never hold the hands of time

From the moment we are born
We?re in the hands of time
As drunk on life as death is sober
When we say goodbye

Though it hurts to lose a friend
May it help remembering
For every door that closes in
One will open to the other side
Opened by the hands of time

Heaven knows there are days when it flies on by
Heaven knows there are days when it drags
Though it may seem to be on your side
Turn around, it?s left you high and dry

And that is why
It?s a fool who reaches out
To the hands of time

If all we have is here and now
Honey, I won?t change a thing, all I know is how I feel
When you move your snow white hand in mine
I?ll never hold the hands of time

Feel it hands upon the strings
As the music starts to ring in my soul, in my dreams
For to help these melodies and rhymes
Become this song, hands of time

Hands of time