closed hand, full of friends

the scenery's changing and it warms my soul

i'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go

so get your boots on and your walking cool

and we'll together leave our footprints upon a virgin snow

that ancient sunrise will soon descend

and we'll be left here pondering on the things which you cannot change

so let's start over with no means to an end

just in love and out of hope and a closed hand

full of friends

yeah

well

livin' was alright but i was dead in the water

couldn't see it in its light

i couldn't kneel in its altar

all i wanted was to tear it right down to the ground

but i'm feeling alright now

yeah

i'm feeling alright

every morning when the coffee's on

and i rediscover that color in your eyes

in its gold and its bronze

and in the moonlight go get the camera

just go

with the recitations of the parish poets popping on our scrolls

yeah

well

i was alright but i was dead in the water

could see it's light

i couldn't kneel in its altar

all i wanted was a turn right down to the promising

through this fleeting culture

and hide away from wolves and the vultures

all they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground

oh

i'm feeling alright

i am now

yeah

i'm feeling alright

in the recitations of the parish poets

in the buildings

in the burrows

in the locked boats

i will find my means to an end

with an open heart in hold and a closed hand

full of friends

in the recitations of the parish poets

in the buildings

in the burrows

in the locked boats

i will find my means to an end

with an open heart in hold and a closed hand

full of friends

in the recitations of the parish poets

in the buildings

in the burrows

in the locked boats

i will find my means to an end

with an open heart in hold and a closed hand

full of friends

in the recitations of the parish poets

in the buildings

in the burrows

in the locked boats

i will find my means to an end

with an open heart in hold and a closed hand

full of friends