I say goodbye to the past
And the future that will come
They say that it hangs by a thread
And the present here with you
Hand to hand, listen, my brother
I say goodbye to the past
And the future that will come
They say that it hangs by a thread
And the present here with you
Hand to hand, listen, my brother
With my hand up, I'll touch
With my hand up, I'll touch
Writing another song of stairways to heaven
I'm looking for a place to jump that gives me wings to fly
They didn't see us as they passed by
How many hands must be raised
So that they listen again
With my hand up, I'll touch
With my hand up, I'll touch
Searching, singing, singing
I jumped the fence, I fought a thousand battles
I lost my breath but I don't sit down
I'm getting a run-up to jump, to jump
With my hand up, I'll touch the sky
With my hand up, I'll touch the sky