In Our Hands Songtext
von Brent Cobb

I was laid back in a field of clover
Hardly thinkin′ it all over
When around the creek bend come a whitetail
With some brand new spotted hoppin' babies
Fresh as early springtime daises
Maybe all we need ′round here is right there


Sun's on the rise, she don't give a damn
Eagles flyin′ higher than I am
Ain′t it strange how we think it's us
Holdin′ this whole thing up
In our hands

Silhouettes forgetting where the true line
Is between the sky and the pines
They ain't fighting they just waitin′ turns
And I reckon that we're all connected
By the roots us too reflectin′
Where it is we come from we return


Sun's on the rise, she don't give a damn
Eagles flyin′ higher than I am
Ain′t it strange how we think it's us
Holdin′ this whole thing up
In our hands