You were dreaming on a park bench By the broad highway somewhere
And 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 when you ask, what am I not doing? She says, your voice cannot command
Inside me you will move mountains It will come to your end
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
Inside me you will move mountains It will come to your end
To your end
To your end
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 great worlds apart
There's a healing touch to find you On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high as music flies Through the angels' hell
Don't ask, what you are not doing Because your voice cannot command
Inside we will move mountains And it will come to your end
To your end
To your end
To your end
To your end
To your end
To your end
To your end
To your end