Tell These Hands

Mum and Dad are home

Sitting around the table

Dad's got his face buried in his hands

I've never seen Dad cry

Didn't think that he was able

The gravel on the drive washed away again

And with skin off his fingers

The rain still coming down

Another week just waiting

As he looks down at his hands

Tell the rain, to stop falling

Tell the banks, to stop calling

Tell the politicians where they can put their plans

Tell the day, to hold on longer

Tell our sons, we can't be bothered

And then tell these hands to give up

On the land

Tell, tell these hands

Better take a look

Rain might be gone by mornin'

Are you coming for a drive we won't be long

Arm out of the window, givin in on the radio

Funny how that rain can't keep us in

And with skin off his fingers

Still the rain comes down

They're driving through the inches

On the track of flooded ground

Tell the rain, to stop falling

Tell the banks, to stop calling

Tell the politicians where they can put their plans

Tell the day, to hold on longer

Tell our sons, we can't be bothered

And then tell these hands to give up

On the land

Tell, tell these hands

Go on and tell these hands

Go on and tell these hands

Tell these hands