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"Hand in Hand" is yet another Mark Knopfler song, also from their
1980 album "Making Movies." And, yet again, it's a song that Amy
only does solo. She doesn't do it nearly as often as "Romeo,"
though... In fact, I've only heard her do it once (at the Atlanta
Roxy, 17 Jan '91 - 2nd show, for those keeping track...) though I've
been told she's done it at least one or two other times. Anyway,
this is also a terrific song...
Hand in Hand.
The sky is crying
The streets are full of tears
Rain come down
Wash away my fears
And all this writing on the wall
Oh, I can read between the lines
Rain come down
Forgive this dirty town
Rain come down
Give this dirty town
A drink of water
A drink of wine
If I've been hard on you
I never chose to be
I never wanted no one else
I've tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to
Hand in hand
Like lovers are supposed to
As you'd sleep
I'd think my heart will break in two
I'd kiss your cheek
I'd stop myself from waking you
But in the dark you'd speak my name
And say, "Baby, what's wrong?"
Oh, here i am, baby
I'm coming back for more
I'm like a wave
It's got to roll into the shore
Yes, and if my love's in vain
How come my love is so strong?
If I've been hard on you
I never chose to be
I never wanted no one else
I've tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to
Hand in hand
Like lovers are supposed to
Supposed to be
Now, you and me, we go parallel
Together and apart
And you keep the perfect distance
And it's tearing at my heart
'Cause you never feel the distance
But you never tried to cross no lines
'Cause it's another dirty river
And another dirty scar
And I don't know who's kissing you
And I don't know where you are
So far from home
Won't you think of me sometime?
If I've been hard on you
I never chose to be
I never wanted no one else
I've tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to
Hand in hand
Like lovers are supposed to
If I've been hard on you
I never chose to be
I never wanted no one else
I've tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to
Hand in hand
Like lovers are supposed to
Well, the sky is crying
See, the streets are full of tears
Rain come down
Wash away my fears
And all this writing on the wall
Oh, I can read between the lines.
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