Lyrics

Hands
© 2004 kate laurel smith, kate laurel publishing/ASCAP

How many times have I tried to sing
There?d be plenty of time for all these things
Finding love and learning to be
Everything that I?m supposed to be

And how many times have I stopped to find
The wonder of tiny joys magnified
Far too few as I rush ahead
I need to put my feet up, learn to live
Just a simple life

Patience is a virtue that has never been mine
I keep on swingin? from the hands of time
While they spin me around and ?round
I can never tell if I?m up or down

Makin? my way the slow back road style
Picking flowers, let it take a while
Back porch swing and a cup o? tea
Growing into this gracefully

No overnight popular star, just
Dirt under my nails and an old guitar
There?s no music when they write your songs
If that?s livin? then I?ve got it all wrong

All this hype and I think we?re surrounded
The pace of life has got us all grounded
If we never stop to watch the sky
The color of sunset will pass us by

Patience is a virtue that has never been mine
I keep on swingin? from the hands of time
While they spin me around and ?round
I can never tell if I?m up or down
Well they never hurt you and you?ll learn to find
Some hidden beauty in their simple endless rhyme
While they spin you around and ?round
You?ll find the faith to finally come down
And live a simple life