The Hand

Am G F7M Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor F7M G Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer Am G F7M Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer G Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here Am G A hand, a spike, a physical fight F7M A flash of light, a curtain F7M G A toll, a tithe, the passage of time Am A height, a dive, a burden Am G A girl, a night, a typical type F7M A siren in the water F7M G A scroll, a nod, a message from God Am A son, a Holy Father Am G F7M Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy F7M G Am Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself Am G F7M Every time I open my mouth, I think: Wow, what a loud noise G Am Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed Am G The hand, the pen, the writing again F7M The wind around the willow F7M G The felt, the ice, the passage of time Am The melting down the window Am G The now, the then, the thinking of when F7M The bottle in the ocean F7M The strike, the pause G The message from God forbid she shows emotion Am G This isn't rage, it's worth a mention F7M G This is a fake internal tension Am G Sometimes, I spread out one opinion F7M G And stand on its back to gauge attention Am G This isn't rage, it's too specific F7M G I like to hate symbolic limits Am G This is no statement, I'm complicit Am G This is a dream, God put me in it Am G A hand, a spike, a physical fight F7M The wind around the willow F7M G A toll, a tithe, the passage of time Am The melting down the window Am G The now, the then, the thinking of when F7M The siren in the water F7M G A strike, a pause, a message from God Am Does that make me His daughter? Am G A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump F7M A score under the wire F7M G Just sweep me up, just sweep me up Am And take me somewhere higher Am G Just sweep me up, just sweep me up F7M And take me somewhere higher F7M G Just sweep me up, just sweep me up Am And take me somewhere higher