In Our Hands

In Our Hands a song by Brent Cobb on Foxsoundi — Free Music, Smart Streaming for Everyone

In Our Hands by Brent Cobb

In Our Hands Lyrics

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're just waitin' turns
And I reckon that we're all connected
By the roots, us, too, reflectin'
Where it is we come from, we'll 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?
In our hands
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?
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?
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?

From the album: Ain't Rocked in a While