The Hands Above Me

THE HANDS ABOVE ME

Gonna write a note to the hands above me

Gonna ask them on which side do they air

And I watch the pendulum swing before me

And I hold my breath and vanish into thin air

You dwell upon those whom you abandon

Eyes be true, you betray those who uphold you

Gonna light a flame under the hands above me

Gonna see just how much truth do they air

And I watch the pendulum swing before me

As they cover up all that is there

I’ve tried to understand the ways of this land

And in truth, America, the lights are dimming on you

Gonna write a note to the hands above me

Gonna ask them on which side do they air