His Hands

His hands were made of lightning
His fingers were the wind
They reached into my heart
And let me love again
His touch was made for pleasure
So good it seemed a sin
Stroking my soul, keeping me whole
Till I gave myself to him
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 loves comes tumbling down
He learned it from his father
And from his fathers wife
He learned from the preacher
Who told her they were married for life
And if Id had his children
They might have learned from me
I finally ran when I saw that his hands
Would sign that legacy
He said, 'Ive broken stallions
Ive broken mares too
Given time, and the right frame of mind
I swear, Ill break you'
So, come on you pretty women
Who think that youre 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 cant change a man with the law in his hand
Its like trying to drown the rain
His hands, would never hit me sober
His hands, would never mark my face
They would rather be blind
Then to treat me that way
They would rather be deaf
Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking
As the spirit breaks
And love comes tumblin down
Tumblin down, tumblin down