His Hands

His hands were made of lightning

His fingers were the wind

They reached into my heart

And let me love again

His touch was made for pleasure

So good it seemed a sin

Stroking my soul, keeping me whole

'Til I gave myself to him

His hands - they never hit me sober

His hands - they never marked my face

I would rather be blind than see him treat me that way

I would rather be deaf than hear that sound

Like a pistol cracking as the spirit breaks

And love comes tumbling down

He learned it from his father

And from his father's wife

He learned from the preacher

Who told her they were married for life

And if I'd had his children

They might have learned from me

I finally ran when I saw that his hands

Would sign that legacy

He said, "I've broken stallions

"I've broken mares too

"And given time, and the right frame of mind

"I swear I'll break you"

So come all you pretty women

Who think that you're too smart

And learn from one who loved a damaged heart

There are some things you can gamble

There are some things you can change

But you can't change a man with the law in his hand

It's like trying to drown the rain

His hands - they never hit me sober

His hands - they never marked my face

I would rather be blind than see him treat me that way

I would rather be deaf than hear that sound

Like a pistol cracking as the spirit breaks

And love comes tumbling down

Tumbling down

Tumbling down