Too Many Hands - Jim Cuddy
Too many hands
Carving up the sky
And leaving their mark in the sand
Our destiny moves
No matter where we stand
Too many hands
There's dust in my eyes
Poison in my brain
An ocean that runs through my veins
But here in my chest
There's a feeling I don't understand
Too many hands
Here on the highest ground
You can see how far we've gone
One voice cries echoes on and on
Far away gone
I'll be hiding from the plans
Of too many hands
Traces of history
Appear across the sky
Lay down now and let your spirit fly
Too many hands
Fade away with time
They're losing themselves in the plan
I offer my voice
Hear me if you can
Too many hands
Too many hands
