Loving Hands

Everyday you wake up
 And everyday a day goes by
 You're never gonna catch up
 'Cause there's never enough time
 And there's no one in your love life
 There's nothing on the news that's nice
 But something keeps you going
 Something's keeping you alive
 It's a penny on the sidewalk
 It's a feather on the subway train
 It's sleeping to the rhythm
 Of the Sunday morning rain
 It's those magic little moments
 You're trying hard to understand
 Wondering if it's luck or loving hands
 It's blowing off your homework
 And putting all the books away
 To sit beside the window
 And watch the snow accumulate
 It's mailing off a letter
 When you love to lick the postage stamp
 It's your favorite purple sweater
 It's the moths under the midnight lamps
 It's those magic little moments
 You're trying hard to understand
 Wondering if it's luck or loving hands
 It's praying to the stained glass
 When you don't know what an angel is
 It's the memory of a mustache
 Of a weathered kind of kiss
 And it's going to confession
 And telling all the sins you've tried
 And the priest is getting angry
 At the smile you cannot hide
 It's those magic little moments
 You're trying hard to understand
 Wondering if it's luck or loving hands
 There's so much anger in these streets
 So much hanging on your feet
 So much sadness in the faces that you meet
 And there's all this politics and hate
 All these prices that you pay
 But all this hope to guide your way
 It's the parking lot attendant
 Lettin' you go in for free
 It's bitin' all your nails off
 Instead of losing gracefully
 And it's laying on a rowboat
 When you're lazy like the summer breeze
 And your arm is hanging over
 So you autograph the sea
 It's those magic little moments
 You're trying hard to understand
 Wondering if it's luck or loving hands