In Your Hands

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
And 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 this 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