When I am tired of walking alonenFrom the jobs that I hatenIt’s been a month since he’s gonenAll I remember are his hands.nnDon’t sleep the day awaynI know it’s hard to draw the blinds.nnOn God’s mountain there’ll be restnAll of the roads leading therenVital hands have led me to seenLook from my arms and pull me away.nnDon’t sleep the day awaynI know it’s hard to pull the blindsnAnd the let the sun shine.