You were dreamin'
  On a park bench
  'bout a broad highway somewhere
  When the music from the carillon
  Seemed to hurl your heart out there
  Past the scientific darkness
  Past the fireflies that float
  To an angel bending down
  To wrap you in his warmest coat
  
  And you ask
  What am I not doing
  He says
  Your voice cannot command
  In time you will move mountains
  And it will come through your hands
  
  Still you argue for an option
  Still you angle for your case
  Like you wouldn't know a burning bush
  If it blew up in your face
  Yeah, we scheme about the future
  And we dream about the past
  When just a simple reaching out
  Might build a bridge that lasts
  
  And you ask
  What am I not doing
  He says
  Your voice cannot command
  In time you will move mountains
  And it will come through your hands
  Through your hands
  
  So whatever your hands find to do
  You must do with all your heart
  There are thoughts enough
  To blow men's minds
  And tear great worlds apart
  There's a healing touch to find you
  On that broad highway somewhere
  To lift you high
  As music flyin'
  Through the angel's hair
  
  Don't ask what you are not doing
  Because your voice cannot command
  In time we will move mountains
  And it will come through your hands