Perfect Hand

I'm not rolling nowhere, without my ball

Look at my ball, it's perfect

I might crush in summer, but I love in fall

I'm pretty sure winter's perfect

I'm not playing numbers, I'm painting facts

Lie in this light, it's perfect

I don't mind the present and I like the past

I think that the future's worth it

I'll save the best of me

Saving the best of me for you

And when you roll back home

I'll be painting light for you

I make the best I can

Doing the best that I can do

There's something calling me

Something's calling me to you

I'm not making practice, I'm painting hands

Look at your hand, it's perfect

I'm not singing fantasy at the sun

I'm not looking thirty, I'm looking one

I'll save a part of me

Saving a part of me in love

And when you roll back home

I wanna be painted here, in love

You gotta be better, you

I gotta be better me, for that

I'll save the best for you

Saving the best of me for you