You were dreaming on a park bench
Bound 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
And you ask, what am I not doing?
She says, your voice cannot command
In time you will move mountains And it will come
through your head
Through your head
Still you argue
for an option Still you angle for your case
Like you wouldn't know a burning
bush If it blew up in your face
Yeah, we
scheme about the future And we dream about the past
When just a simple reaching out Might build a bridge that lasts
And you ask, what am I not doing?
She says, your voice cannot command
In time you will move mountains
And it will come through your head
Through your head
So whatever your
hands find to do You must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough to blow men's
minds And tear a great world apart
There's a healing touch to find you On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high as music flying Through the angel's hand
Don't ask, what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains And it will come through your head