Lyrics of
Fathers Hands

The intro is the same chords as most of the song, but it has a different
strumming pattern. It's not too hard to figure out if you listen to
Got chucked out of a greek youth hostel
Made it up in a flea pit motel
Watched the violence slip away
I visited my mothers town
I saw the places she hung around
Watched her friends (old children)
Not noticing the rain
If she wasn't born here things couldn't have been the same
'cause time it blurs so many things
I just hope she's on my side
We could relearn everything
Like how to glue it together
Watch the wheels collide