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
IF YOU ASK
WHAT AM I NOT DOIN'
HE SAYS YOUR VOICE
CANNOT COMMAND
BUT IN TIME
YOU WILL MOVE
MOUNTAINS
AND IT WILL COME
THROUGH YOUR HANDS
STILL YOU ARGUED
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 REACHIN' OUT
MIGHT BUILD
A BRIDGE THAT LASTS
AND YOU ASK
WHAT AM I NOT DOIN'
HE SAYS YOUR VOICE
CANNOT COMMAND
BUT IN TIME
YOU WILL MOVE
MOUNTAINS
AND IT WILL COME
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 HEALIN'
TOUCH TO FIND YOU
ON THAT BROAD
HIGHWAY SOMEWHERE
TO LIFT YOU HIGH
AS MUSIC FLYIN'
THROUGH
THE ANGEL'S HAIR
SO DON'T ASK WHAT
YOU ARE NOT DOIN'
BECAUSE YOUR VOICE
CANNOT COMMAND
IN TIME
WE WILL MOVE
MOUNTAINS
AND IT WILL COME
THROUGH YOUR HANDS
THROUGH YOUR HANDS
THROUGH YOUR HANDS