i remember the day that he came in i can t believe how long it s been like a poet he began to play just an old friend that hung with the band a drinking man he had no plan but he played the bird played it for free cause i know he s here he s everywhere take a look around oh and you will see that cross we bear it s in the air lord we thank you for these gifted hands there are demons we live with every day that tear at our hearts and take us away to another place some of us don t get back this song is for the hands of the working man who believes in himself and he understands love hope and faith are the maker s plan one day we ll all take that ride and with those gifted hands i know you ll fly