Missing Hands Testo

When I am tired of walking alone
From the jobs that I hate
It's been a month since he's gone
All I remember are his hands.

Don't sleep the day away
I know it's hard to draw the blinds.

On God's mountain there'll be rest
All of the roads leading there Vital hands have led me to see
Look from my arms and pull me away.

Don't sleep the day away
I know it's hard to pull the blinds
And the let the sun shine.