All Hands is a song about my past, about growing up in the west end of St. John’s, and knowing I’ll get back there someday. The title is an expression we use all the time there to refer to ‘everyone’. And so for the video I wanted to see if I could show all of the people behind the song, behind the...
[Verse 1]
Late at night in my troubled mind
I go back to those summertimes
A boy in bed, all the windows wide
You can hear the hotrods running from the light
From the light, into the dark
That's all I wanted in my cousin's car
To listen to the wind and to the lead guitars
And feel the reckless running of your heart
[Pre-Chorus]
Now is that gone or does that all remain?
Can I go back and have it all again?
[Chorus]
Well now I know it, where I'm going
I'm going back behind the river
I'm going back behind the rain
'Cause no matter where you're headed
You end up where you been
[Verse 2]
What's to come, I cannot say
But the mainland calls to take me away
Can take my life, but when I die
I'm only going back to those valley black nights
Gone from the light into the dark
I won't be scared, I will not come apart
I'll feel the wind, sing the riffs
Piled in the backseat with all of my friends
All hands are with me and it's like a dream
Lovers and kin, they all come back to me
[Bridge]
And we're somehow seventeen
And we're drinking on the beach
And the bays are full of fish
And the blazing fires lit
And our bodies start to lift
But we are unafraid of it
We are unafraid
[Chorus]
Well now we know it, where we're going
We're going back behind the river
We're going back behind the rain
'Cause no matter where I'm headed
I'll only end up where I been, yeah
[Outro]
I was tearing at her sweater
I was crying on her chin
Oh, all the while she singing