In Your Hands - James Yorkston, The Athletes

Never felt last evening, that by this afternoon

Whole new way of thinking, and I’m talking about you

Though it’s lovely to be here

Why don’t you sit me down and tell me all your plans

I’ve got it all worked out, I’m in your hands

Rolling down the grass slopes by the side of the park

Forgetting all this mornings hopes of getting you home by dark

Though it’s lovely to be here

The sun it welcomes the runners, the dogs and the cars

But we’re in yesterdays world, and the moment still is ours

Why don’t you laugh me down and tell me of your plans

I’ve got it all worked out, and I’m in your hands