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