The Hands I Got

My neighbor gives me alcohol

Like bottles of wine

We'll share a drink or two

Talk about our lives

He puts out his cigarette

Looks off and smiles

Says, "The day is so tiresome

So I sleep well at night"

He said, "I raised my kids even though they weren't my blood

I have played my hand with the hands I got

Here"

The lady who lives upstairs

Leaves her door cracked

Welcomes the small parade

Of 2 or 3 stray cats

And she smokes the pain away

Hides from herself

But I see it in her eyes

She's been through many hells

She said, "I moved around a lot

Can't wait till I go home

'Cause I've wrung enough with the hands I got

Here"

Sometimes I disappear

'Cause it's all just too much

The crowds and open space

The indifference and love

Then the teapot will scream at me

And I'll harmonize along

Welcome the early day

Hope I don't get it wrong

'Cause I swore to myself

That my kids won't be me

So I'll hold their hands with the hands I got

Here

Hands I got here

Hands I got here

I will play my hand with the hands I got here