You were dreamin' 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





CHORUS:

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




REPEAT CHORUS





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