Hands

Theres a man outside my door tonight

He cries for help he sings a pleading song

Well times are tough for everyone

Gotta hold on to what I got

And just kind of cruise along

Well I do

Want to be helpful

But its cold and Im told

You cant be too careful

Out of the mouth of a mother

Into the hands of a brother

Into the heart of a lover

And out of the hands of another.

You can never tell who your neighbour is

Or what hes doin at night or who his friends are

Well you dont know where hes from

Or where hes been or who he knows

You know you cant be too careful

These days

Well I do want to be helpful

Whoa but its cold

And Im told he might just be the devil

Well I dont take chances

And I dont take time to see

And I dont take nothing

From nobody

No way - not me

Into the eyes of a child

Into the ears of a child

Into the heart of a child