---

'What you got--what you got in your hand?' - a father said to son.
'i got the whole world here, Daddy, between my fingers and my thumb.'
'Well you take care of it please - it’s the only one
'Well it would take me a lifetime old man to undo what you’ve done.
To undo what you’ve done.'

'Oh come on now boy think what would Jesus do?
He shake his head like an angry mother - spoke the boy and say I did what I could do.
But you take care of it please – it’s the only one you got
And it’d take ten lifetimes boy to undo what I’ve done.'

Boy shrugged walked away
The man stood and watched as he was leaving
Boy just walked away
The man stood alone thinking

One hand is bleeding and the other hand holds a gun
While everything is open everything is shut down, down, down
Begin to ending is really just a go round and round and round
As I stand here - the ground beneath is nothing more than one point of view

What you got--what you got in your hand? Your secret’s safe with me.
Well I found the truth friend let me whisper in your ear.
Take good care of it please - it’s the only one there is
Can I twist it, please, can I give it just a little twist.

Boy shrugged walked away
The man stood and watched as boy was leaving
Boy just walked away
The man stood there twisting

One hand is bleeding and the other hand holds a gun
Everything is open now everything is shut down, down, down
No one is holding even if you even if you're sure
You never know it all. the ground beneath is nothing more than my point of view

Boy shrugged walked away
The man stood and watched as he was leaving
Boy just walked away
The man stood there twisting

One hand is open and the other hand holds the gun
Everything is open now is everything coming down, down, down
No one is hoping even if you even if you know
You never know it all - nothing more than, nothing more than my point of view

Boy shrugged walked away
The man stood and watched as he was leaving
The man stood there twisting

~DMB

---

twisting ... in the end, everything gets twisted, then wrapped around someone's little finger. The question is ... whose?

i just glanced at my hands as i was typing--just in case anyone was wondering, all of my fingers appear to be bare.

why can't i stand there twisting?