You were dreamin'
On a park bench
'bout the 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
And it will come through your hands

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
And it will come through your hands

Through your hands

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 flyin'
Through the angels' 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