Too Many Hands

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