His Hands
His hands, they never hit me sober.
His hands, they never marked my face.
I would rather be blind than see him treat me that way.
I would rather be deaf than hear that sound.
Like a pistol cracking, as the spirit breaks
and love comes tumbling down.
He learned it from his father, and from his father's wife.
He learned from the preacher who told her they were married for life.
And if I'd had his children, they might have learned from me.
I finally ran when I saw that his hands would sign that legacy.
So come all you pretty women who think that you're too smart
and learn from one who loved a damaged heart.
There are some things you can gamble.
There are some things you can change
but you can't change a man with the law in his hand.
It's like trying to drown the rain
Artist.Composer: Janis Ian
Album: Breaking Silence
