Dreams cast in a wishing wellPromises made in sandThe gold of heaven and the dogs of hellNever in the hands of manRich man laying in bed in the shadeA wall around his landBut the hole is dug and the stone is laidBut the working hands of manGhost inside a prison wallCoin in an empty canThe city burns, the towers fallAll at the hands of manWatch the dice get rolled across the landDropped by time into the hands of manGet up off your kneesBuild a bridge in a broken landDrop your pride roll up your sleevesAll the hands of man
