Thank The Hands

Lyrics — written by hand

(Hey) look at them

Two scars, one knuckle that never set right,
skin gone thin at the seam.
They carried my mother's box down the stairs
and never once asked what it means.

I have been hard on this body,
called it slow, called it in the way.
It has been getting me out of bed
every single ordinary day.

Thank the hands.
They did the work while I complained.
Thank the back that took the load
and never once explained.

Thank the legs for the stairs at the flat,
thank the lungs for the hill.
Thank the heart for the boring beat
it has been keeping still.

Thank the hands.
They did the work while I complained.
Thank the back that took the load
and never once explained.

Gratitude turned toward yourself
feels like a coat that's the wrong size.
Wear it anyway. It stretches.
It gets easier with the light.

Thank the hands.
They did the work while I complained.
Thank the back that took the load
and never once explained.

(Hey) palms flat on the kitchen wood.
(Hey) you have been doing me good.