Ron Sexsmith - Hands of time

^ELike a ^Afool I’m ^Ereaching ^Aout, ^ELord To the ^Ahands of t^Eime ^{A E}If he ^Aknew how ^Eyou were ^Adrowning He’d ^Enever ^Atoss you a ^Eline ^A

^BIf all we have is ^C#mhere and now Honey, ^AI won’t ^Echange a thing ^BAll I know is ^C#mhow I feel When you ^Amove your snow white hand in ^F#mmine I’ll never hold the hands of ^Atime

^EFrom the ^Amoment ^Ewe are ^Aborn ^EWe’re in the ^Ahands of ^Etime ^{A E}As drunk on ^Alife as ^Edeath is ^Asober ^EWhen we ^Asay good^Ebye ^A

^BThough it hurts to ^C#mlose a friend May it ^Ahelp re^Emembering ^BFor every door that ^C#mcloses in One will ^Aopen to the other ^F#mside Opened by the hands of ^Atime

^DHeaven knows there are days when it ^Eflies on by^{A B D}Heaven knows there are days when it ^Edrags ^{A B E}Though it may seem ^Ato be on your ^Eside Turn around, it’s ^Aleft you high and ^Bdry^{Bm A} And that is ^Ewhy ^A

^EIt’s a ^Afool who ^Ereaches ^Aout ^ETo the ^Ahands of ^Etime ^A

^BIf all we have is ^C#mhere and now Honey, ^AI won’t ^Echange a thing ^BAll I know is ^C#mhow I feel ^AWhen you move your snow white hand in ^F#mmine I’ll never hold the hands of ^Atime

^BFeel it hands ^C#mupon the strings As the ^Amusic s^Etarts to ring ^Bin my soul, ^C#min my dreams For to ^Ahelp these melodies and ^F#mrhymes Become this ^Asong, hands of ^Etime^A

^F#mOoooo^Aooo^Eoooooo ^F#mOoooo^Aooo^Eoooooo ^F#mOoooo^Aooo^Eoooooo ^F#mOooo ^Ahands of ^Etime