Testo Hollow of your hand Jeff Black

Hollow of your hand

If it weren't for the

rumbling of the wheels

or the sound of scenery flying by

I would not know I was moving through

or let alone the reasons why

across the farmlands of southern Illinois

I cut a little closer to the ground

working my way across the line

back into this life that

you and I have found

oh I am wealthy by

the measure of where I'll be in time

love has thrown a light

across the shadows of this land

living in the hollow of your hand

now all at once what was once

just dust and constant shuffling

are little stars that we can touch

you have drawn me into everything

oh I am wealthy by

all this gold and the silver line

love has thrown a light

across the shadows of this land

living in the hollow of your hand