(Capo- 3rd fr) Too many hands carving up the sky and leaving their mark in the sand. Our destiny moves (then pick down to) no matter where we stand. Too many hands. There’s dust in my eyes poison in my brain an ocean that runs through my veins. But here in my chest there’s a feeling I don’t understand. Too many hands. Here on the highest ground (pick down to) you can see how far we’ve gone. One voice cries echoes on and on. Far away gone (pick down to) I’ll be hiding from the plans of too many hands. Traces of history appear across the sky. Lay down now and let your spirit fly. Too many hands fade away with time. they’re losing themselves in the plan. I offer my voice hear me if you can. Too many hands Too many hands.