Hands Of Time - Ron Sexsmith

Like a fool I’m reaching out, Lord

To the hands of time

For if he knew how you were drowning

He’d never toss you a line

If all we have is here and now

Honey, I won’t change a thing

If all I know is how I feel

When you move your snow white hand in mine

I’ll never hold the hands of time

From the moment we are born

We’re in the hands of time

As drunk on life as death is sober

When we say goodbye

Though it hurts to lose a friend

May it help remembering

For every door that closes in One’ll open to the other side

Opened by the hands of time

Heaven knows

There are days when it flies on by Heaven knows

There are days when it drags

Though it may seem to be on your side

Turn around, it’s left you high and dry

And that is why…

It’s a fool who reaches out

To the hands of time

If all we have is here and now

Honey, I won’t change a thing

If all I know is how I feel

When you move your snow white hand in mine

I’ll never hold the hands of time

Feel its hands upon the strings

As the music starts to ring

In my soul, in my dreams

For to help these melodies and rhymes

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Hands of time