Lyrics In Your Hands - James Yorkston and The Athletes

Never felt last evening, that by this afternoon
Whole new way of thinking, and I'm talking about you
Though it's lovely to be here
Why don't you sit me down and tell me all your plans
I've got it all worked out, I'm in your hands
Rolling down the grass slopes by the side of the park
Forgetting all this mornings hopes of getting you home by dark
Though it's lovely to be here
The sun it welcomes the runners, the dogs and the cars
But we're in yesterdays world, and the moment still is ours
Why don't you laugh me down and tell me of your plans
I've got it all worked out, and I'm in your hands