My Old Hands - Jamie McDell
Written by:Stuart Cric
Lately I've seen lots of running around
I've seen bubblegum on the ground
I've seen how the other live now
And I know they dont want the truth anymore
So that's what the channels are for
So miss can I show you the door
Excuss me Joanna or miss Louisiana what
Ever face it is
Won't you give my hand I need to understand
Why the ocean looks like this
All I have to do is to walk back home
Find my young facts oh
All I need from you is one more chance
To take the world with both my hands
My old hands
Lady your giving me stress everyday
Your make up might get you a raise
Won't fill that big empty space
So far I've listenned to all of the songs
Of Jimmy of Jackson of John
I still dont know where we went wrong
I'm sorry proffessor a picture on my dresser
Whatever face it is
Won't you give me your hand
I need to understand
Why the forest looks like this
All I have to do is to walk back home
Find my young facts oh
All I need from you is one more chance
To take the world with both my hands
My old hands
Ohh the tide rolls in
And I watch it fall away
Till light goes dim
Ohh it seems the sky
Takes all the worry
And the past out of my mind
All I have to do is to walk back home
Find my young facts oh
All I need from you is one more chance
To take the world with both my hands
My old hands
My old hands
My old hands
My old hands
My old hands