| E | A | |
| You were dreaming on a | park bench |
| E | A | |
| About a broad highway somew | here |
| E | A | |
| Where the music from the | carillon |
| E | A | |
| Seemed to | hurl your heart out | there |
| E | A | |
| Past the scientific | darkness |
| E | A | |
| Past the fireflies that | float |
| E | A | |
| To an | angel bending d | own |
| E | A | |
| To wrap you i | n her warmest cl | oak and you ask |
| What am I not doing |
| G#m | |
| She says your | voice cannot command |
| F#m | |
| She says in | time you will move mountains |
| B | E | A | E | A | |
| And it will | come through your h | ands |
| E | A | |
| Still your angle for an | option |
| E | A | |
| Still you | argue for your | case |
| E | A | |
| Like you w | ouldn't know a | burning bush |
| E | A | |
| Till it | blew up in your | face |
| E | A | |
| We | dream about the fu | ture |
| E | A | |
| We | memorize the | past |
| E | A | |
| When | just a simple | reaching out |
| E | A | |
| Could | build a bridge that | lasts |
| And you ask what am I not doing |
| G#m | |
| She says your | voice cannot command |
| F#m | |
| She says in | time you will move mountains |
| B | E | A | E | A | |
| And it will | come through your h | ands |
| SOLO |
| E | A | |
| So whatever your hands | find to do |
| E | A | |
| You | must do with all your | heart |
| E | A | |
| There are t | houghts enough to | blow men's minds |
| E | A | |
| And | tear great worlds ap | art |
| E | A | |
| There's a | healing touch to | find you |
| E | A | |
| Out | on the broad highway somewh | ere |
| E | A | |
| Gonna | lift you as high as | music |
| E | A | |
| Running thru an angels | hair |
| A | |
| And don't worry what you are not doing |
| G#m | |
| Cause your | voice cannot command |
| F#m | |
| She say | s in time you will move mountains |
| B | E | A | E | A | |
| And it will | come through your h | ands |
| Whistling Moon Traveler Music/Careers BMG Music(BMI) |
| From "Thousand Roads" |
| Atlantic Records 1993 |