Hands are made to help us to live
My hands long to give

My hands are empty
They long to share
With someone
Alone out there
Alone out there

Hands can dress a wound after a fight
And caress at night

My hands are empty
They long to share
With someone
Alone out there
Alone out there

When I’m helping
Life opens up for me
I don’t have to do more

Hands can play like children braiding hair
And cradle every care

My hands are empty
They long to share
With someone
Alone out there
Alone out there