Tell These Hands (Storer Sara)

Mum and Dad are home Sitting around the table Dad's got his face buried in his hands I've never seen Dad cry Didn't think that he was able The gravel on the drive washed away again And with skin off his fingers The rain still coming down Another week just waiting As he looks down at his hands Tell the rain, to stop falling Tell the banks, to stop calling Tell the politicians where they can put their plans Tell the day, to hold on longer Tell our sons, we can't be bothered And then tell these hands to give up On the land Tell, tell these hands Better take a look Rain might be gone by mornin' Are you coming for a drive we won't be long Arm out of the window, givin in on the radio Funny how that rain can't keep us in And with skin off his fingers Still the rain comes down They're driving through the inches On the track of flooded ground Tell the rain, to stop falling Tell the banks, to stop calling Tell the politicians where they can put their plans Tell the day, to hold on longer Tell our sons, we can't be bothered And then tell these hands to give up On the land Tell, tell these hands Go on and tell these hands Go on and tell these hands Tell these hands