You were dreaming on a park bench By the broad highway somewhereAnd music from the carillon Seemed to hurl your heart out therePast the scientific darkness Past the fireflies that floatTo an angel bending down To wrap you in her warmest coatAnd when you ask, what am I not doing? She says, your voice cannot commandInside me you will move mountains It will come to your endStill you argue for an option Still you angle for your caseLike you wouldn't know a burning bush If it blew up in your faceYeah, we scheme about the future And we dream about the pastWhen just a simple reaching out Might build a bridge that lastsAnd you ask, what am I not doing? She says, your voice cannot commandInside me you will move mountains It will come to your endTo your endTo your endSo whatever your hands find to do You must do with all your heartThere are thoughts enough to blow men's minds And tear great worlds apartThere's a healing touch to find you On that broad highway somewhereTo lift you high as music flies Through the angels' hellDon't ask, what you are not doing Because your voice cannot commandInside we will move mountains And it will come to your endTo your endTo your endTo your endTo your endTo your endTo your endTo your endTo your end