Standard (EADGBE)

You were dreaming on a park bench

About a broad highway somewhere

Where 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 cloak and you ask

What am I not doing

 She says your voice cannot command

 She says in time you will move mountains

 And it will come through your hands

Still your angle for an option

 Still you argue for your case

 Like you wouldn't know a burning bush

 Till it blew up in your face

 We dream about the future

 We memorize the past

 When just a simple reaching out

 Could build a bridge that lasts

And you ask what am I not doing

 She says your voice cannot command

 She says in time you will move mountains

 And it will come through your hands

Solo

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

 Out on the broad highway somewhere

 Gonna lift you as high as music

Running thru an angels hair

And don't worry what you are not doing

 Cause your voice cannot command

 She says in time you will move mountains

 And it will come through your hands

Whistling Moon Traveler Music/Careers BMG Music(BMI)

From "Thousand Roads"

Atlantic Records 1993