Hands in the Dark

I lean just outside the edge of the spotlight
Clip the bright bronze strings and wind them tight
Your sharp-lit profile as your voice cuts through
You read them, I read you
Slip the strap, turn to me

The hands in the dark
Hands that know, hands that hear
Every curve and every pitch
As I reach out from the shadows, make your guitar disappear
Hands in the dark
Hands in the dark

The autographs are done the chairs are upside-down
Wrinkled map and coffee, next unnumbered town
Dashboards lights, highway purr
Tide of your breathing, white line blur
Slip to sleep safe with me

The hands in the dark
Hands that see, hands that feel
Every curve and every pitch
As I break left for the fast lane, drive with both hands on the wheel
Hands in the dark
Hands in the dark

Gas food lodging, vacancy
Late night sleepwalk, turn the key
Click the lamp off, hear your breathing settle slow and deep
I drift off, then feel your fingers break the surface of my sleep
Slip the sheet, turn to me

The hands in the dark
Hands that touch, hands that read
Every curve and every pitch
When you pull me down beside you and your spirit shakes with breathless need
Hands in the dark
Hands in the dark