<u> Hands </u>
Now We're living in this day and age
Where everybody you know
can either play a guitar
or play something there in the middle
What chance do I have?
Now I walk down this empty street
where blank faced urchins beg fo change
and hungry men look for an answer to the riddle
With their backs against the wall
Would I pass
For one of you?
If we passed each - other on the stairs
Would I pass
For one of you
Put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up for the broken hearted
Put your hands up for the newly parted
Now I stand upon a rooftop
Lookin out over a complex which once was home
and now shelters the forgotten
Syringes and broken glass
Pickin' up the telephone
Diallin' numbers to attone for what Ive done
and yet I can still remember
My reflection in your eyes
Would I pass
For one of you
If we passed each other on the stairs
Would I pass
For one of you
Put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up for the broken hearted
Put your hands up for the newly parted
(Guitar Fill)
(Yeh) Put your hands up for the newly parted (To Fade)