Hand of God, Pts. 2 & 3
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Maybe the hand of God hangs out in baseball parks
Watching the long balls fall into the neighbor's yard
The old man didn't care, you dented his bel air
He said he'd done it too, when he was young like you
Young like me? You say, Oh I'll be big someday
He just smiled and laughed, pulled on his trucker cap
In his eyes you could see the years, the painted fears
Son I hope you do, and I'll remember you
Maybe the hand of God, doesn't do a lot
But when he does you thank the Lord
You can find salvation in a parking lot
Or in a old convenience store
Maybe the hand of God hangs out in antique shops
Dusting grandfather clocks, Pawned off for grandson's pot
Maybe that shop clerks smile did not say stay a while
That was all in your head, so you head home instead
Take out that 100 bucks from selling grandma's stuff
What would she think of you, grown up at 22
Would she see the boy with his grown up toys?
Or would she see the man with his childhood plans?
What do you thank him for?
I thank him for the dive bars with deer heads on the walls
filled with alcoholic farmers coming nightly in from chores
I thank him for the stadiums where we go to pretend
Dylan dreamers in the coffee shops, North Country to their friends
There's a fresh Graffiti wisdom on the stop sign out of town
There's the lessons from your parents you that you did not write down
It's the green stains on the blue jeans of the girl come home from school
It's the teacher in the hallway who said her shirt was cool
There's a confidence that comes when you look back on the day
Makes you know that somehow someday you're gonna find a way
Find a way to make him love you, find a way to keep her safe
Find a way to see the future when you're thankful for today
Thankful for the mumble as you're letting down your hair
Thankful for the stumble as you're climbing up the stairs
Thankful for the moment in the lifetime we have left
Thankful for the smile as you're taking off your dress
And for a moment I thought I had beaten death
In the rising and the falling of your breast
Heart swollen like a river after rain
The hand of god came in to forgive us of the pain
And death may come for me, sure as that rivers flowing free
But that doesn't mean I'm waiting on his call
I'm not waiting on a harvest, I'm just fighting off the darkness
If I plant that seed, I'm gonna want to see it grow
And I know it's not time for you or I to say goodbye