Hands -

Hold me when my friends start making plans

When Mary gets that power from the man

And what she’ll have to do when her money can’t

When David picks a country this time for good

The hell he’ll have to hear from those who wish he would

Stick around, friend, stick around, stay put

It flatters the ears but holds them from what they should

Do and need to do to find our way

When the poet trapped in Meredith starts to strain

And Steve will be inheriting his father’s pay

When he sees that he can give it all away

And Alex holds all futures in his hands

Fast

How the sturdiest things tend to come down with a crash

And the certainties that time has hardened have failed to last

When nostalgia’s lost my memories to my past

Then I’ll focus my energy on what’s sure

Sure, only when I’ve lost everything can I be pure

Oh, what a waste of time to wait till nothing hurts

It’s a silly thought and why I won’t wait «to be cured»

I need to try now but wouldn’t mind your hands

Hold me when my heart starts making plans

Gosh, it’s hard to do the right thing, man

How can I expect you to understand

To let in something new is to let one go

Like the stubborn face of cliffs with time erodes

Dropping ancient notions that lost their souls

Into my past it is an ocean filled with stones

I intend to displace oceans

I’m ready right now but the end is the worst for us all