Head in Hands

Head in hands Crumpled shirt It's been a long day baby At the office where you work And outside the blue turned into black But this room hasn't ever seen that Behind tall buildings And a stream Of sprawling streets as far as you could see You can feel the air And the trees Something whispers in your ear Oh now you can breathe Oh but the money won't make itself And my time is somebody else's And baby's mouth is wide And I've got nowhere to hide From you And we were so small In those arms Raised up high Name tasted on her tongue And each of us Is sewn in the seams Patchwork landscape of oil and dust and greed And I'm gonna make my way and bang a drum 'Til hands are sore in empty pockets my song is sung Becuase colours outside begin to run Like a painting in the rain But one will just burn up in the sun Oh but the money won't make itself And my time is somebody else's And baby's mouth is wide And I've got nowhere to hide From you