Hands Up
You’ve got to hammer round the door
Knock a little phrase
For the listener’s attention
Take a few pains
Then you come up with a rhythm
And you’re tapping at a source
That’ll never be a sentence
And’ll never a word
I try to raise my arms
I try to raise my arms
And I try, and I try and I try
D’you ever try to sit back
And take a look at cold facts
That’ll never take a rhythm
So you let them pass
And you cannot move a muscle
And you’re everything aquiver
Trying to justify
Waiting for the future to deliver
I try to raise my arms
I try to raise my arms
And I try, and I try and I try
‘Had a little message,
And I found myself a nugget
Quiet night street
With a bower moon above it
Reaching for the heavens
With my hands among the planets
Felt the same any time I got
Anything I wanted
I try to raise my arms
I try to raise my arms
And I try, and I try and I try