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 coat

And we'll, together, leave our footprints out upon the virgin snow

That ancient sunrise will soon descend

And we'll be left here pondering on the things which we cannot plan

So, let's start over with no means to an end

Just an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

Yeah, well, living was alright but I was dead in the water

Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel at 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 and it's gold and its bronze

And in the moonlight, we'll get the Cadillac and just go

With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our toes

Yeah, well, living was alright but I was dead in the water

Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel at its altar

All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground

And it sank from the fleeting-est culture

And hide it away from wolves and the vultures

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

But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright

In the recitations of the parish poets

In the buildings, in the burrows, and the lochte boats

I will find my means to an end

With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets

In the buildings, in the burrows, and the lochte boats

I will find my means to an end

With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets

In the buildings, in the burrows, and the lochte boats

I will find my means to an end

With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends

In the recitations of the parish poets

In the buildings, in the burrows, and the lochte boats

I will find my means to an end

With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends