THE EGO OF HUMAN HANDS

I’d paint a picture in the sky
If I ever got there
I wouldn’t look back at the ground
But I’m sure they’d be staring
At someone who looks just like ‘em
With a canvas and brush saying, “One day I’ll touch
The sky that he’s living on.”

I’d pour my heart out in a song
Make it blossom from the air
Change the seasons with the verse
Spill my passion just to share it
With someone who looks just like me but
He’d do it better if given the chance
Or maybe that’s the ego of human hands

If you were to tie me down to my core
Strip all the lights and yank out the floor
I would be terrified and exposed
To live in the shadows and uncover my bones
I’ve heard that’s why art comes at a price
It listens real close and it cries when you cry
So next time I weep over work of my own
I’ll know that there’s beauty in those tears that flow

I’d dig my hands into a rock
Make it speak of what’s inside
Let the motion of the grooves
Be the helper and my guide
To feel the sculpture be clearer
But when on display, someone will say
“I never liked clay.”

I’d burn my heart out on some prose
Or a shattered haiku
Read some Whitman or Frost
And learn from the two
But only if what they wrote told me
That I did it better when given the chance
Or maybe that’s the ego of human hands

If you were to tie me down to my core
Strip all the lights and yank out the floor
I would be terrified and exposed
To live in the shadows and uncover my bones
I’ve heard that’s why art comes at a price
It listens real close and it cries when you cry
So next time I weep over work of my own
I’ll know that there’s beauty, ooh

I can work it out
Iron creases down
But I’ve never been more than human
Take the safest route
No one’s asking
“How did you find the solution?”

I can work it out
Iron creases down
But I’ve never been more than human
Take the safest route
No one’s asking
“How did you find the solution?”

I can work it out
Iron creases down
But I’ve never been more than human
Take the safest route
No one’s asking
“How did you find the solution?”

If you were to tie me down to my core
Strip all the lights and yank out the floor
I would be terrified and exposed
To live in the shadows and uncover my bones
I’ve heard that’s why art comes at a price
It listens real close and it cries when you cry
So next time I weep over work of my own
I’ll know that there’s beauty in those tears that flow