Through Your Hands - John Hiatt



You were dreaming 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



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And you ask,



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