In My Hand

It takes a week to walk
A fortnight in my mind
It takes an age for me
To calculate the time

And I don't consider miracles
And I won't consider facts
All this rigmarole's a time waste
And the clocks hands get the sack

In my hand (in my hand)
I thought I'd got a grasp of things
But it slipped through just like sand

With my hand (with my hand)
I thought I'd mapped this countryside
But it's still a foreign land
So I'll need a helping hand

In taking two steps forward
I end up one back
In taking so much nonsense
Surely means I'll crack

And I don't imagine changing
And I'll shout I'm all right jack
All these short cuts end in dead ends
And there's just no turning back

In my hand (in my hand)
I thought I'd got a grasp of things
But it slipped through just like sand

With my hand (with my hand)
I thought I'd mapped this countryside
But it's still a foreign land
So I'll need a helping hand

If you take a trip to nowhere
It might blow your mind
So take a friend
And in the end
The answers you will find

In my hand (in my hand)
I thought I'd got a grasp of things
But it slipped through just like sand

With my hand (with my hand)
I thought I'd mapped this countryside
But it's still a foreign land

In my hand (in my hand)
I thought I'd got a grasp of things
But it slipped through just like sand

With my hand (with my hand)
I thought I'd mapped this countryside
But it's still a foreign land
So I'll need a helping hand
In my hand