Without Your Hands

Keep your head down, son
Scratch your name on her calendar
And when the work is done
Pack up and go see her
You fought Heaven and you fought Earth
You broke facts and figures
You proved your worth
Pack up and go see her

Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm feeling lost in everything that you said
Oh, oh, oh, oh

If it's the hands that curse
Then you're lost in the thunder
When it can't get worse
Pack up and go see her
Well, kep your head held high
Commit to go under
And with your last try
Pack up and go see her

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Without your hands holding up my head
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm feeling lost in everything that you said
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Without your hands holding up my head
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm feeling lost in everything that you said
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Without your hands holding up my head

There's a song about a book on love
Looking back, it's never been enough
There's no room for me to get above
Looking back, it's never been enough
There's a way for me to push and shove
Looking back, it's never been enough