Closed Hand, Full of Friends - Live

The scenery's changing and it warms my soul
 I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
 So, get your boots on and your walking cool
 And we'll together leave our footprints upon a virgin snow
 That ancient sunrise will soon descend
 And we'll be left here pondering on the things which you cannot change
 So, let's start over with no means to an end
 Just in love and out of hope and a closed hand, full of friends
 Yeah, well, livin' was alright, but I was dead in the water
 Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
 All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
 But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
 Every morning when the coffee's on
 And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze
 And in the moonlight go get the camera, just go
 With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our scrolls
 Yeah, well, I was alright but I was dead in the water
 Could see it's light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
 All I wanted was a turn right down to the promising
 Through this fleeting culture
 And hide away from wolves and the vultures
 All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
 Oh, I'm feeling alright, I am now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
 In the recitations of the parish poets
 In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
 I will find my means to an end
 With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
 In the recitations of the parish poets
 In the buildings, in the burrows, in the lochte boats
 I will find my means to an end
 With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
 In the recitations of the parish poets
 In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
 I will find my means to an end
 With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
 In the recitations of the parish poets
 In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
 I will find my means to an end
 With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends