David Crosby - Through your hands

^EYou were dreaming on a ^Apark bench ^EAbout a broad highway somew^Ahere ^EWhere the music from the ^Acarillon Seemed to ^Ehurl your heart out ^Athere ^EPast the scientific ^Adarkness ^EPast the fireflies that ^Afloat To an ^Eangel bending d^Aown To wrap you i^En her warmest cl^Aoak and you ask

She says your ^G#mvoice cannot command She says in ^F#mtime you will move mountains And it will ^Bcome through your h^Eands^{A E A E}Still your angle for an ^Aoption Still you ^Eargue for your ^Acase Like you w^Eouldn't know a ^Aburning bush Till it ^Eblew up in your ^Aface We ^Edream about the fu^Ature We ^Ememorize the ^Apast When ^Ejust a simple ^Areaching out Could ^Ebuild a bridge that ^Alasts

She says your ^G#mvoice cannot command She says in ^F#mtime you will move mountains And it will ^Bcome through your h^Eands^{A E A}

^ESo whatever your hands ^Afind to do You ^Emust do with all your ^Aheart There are t^Ehoughts enough to ^Ablow men's minds And ^Etear great worlds ap^Aart There's a ^Ehealing touch to ^Afind you Out ^Eon the broad highway somewh^Aere Gonna ^Elift you as high as ^Amusic ^ERunning thru an angels ^Ahair ^AAnd don't worry what you are not doing Cause your ^G#mvoice cannot command She say^F#ms in time you will move mountains And it will ^Bcome through your h^Eands^{A E A}