Palm Reading Lyrics & Chords By Bob Tilton

Two hands built a room,

your name mispelt on every stone.

Dead son built a room,

your name mispelt on every stone.



I beat my head on every wall

until I learned to steal back caution.



Caution stolen from the wind and

buried in my backyard,

wrapped around a heart, tied with string

and buried in my backyard.



I hoped a tree would grow there.



Boarded windows stole the view of

every tree that touched the sky.

I stayed indoors

and tried to wash the carpets clean.

I couldn't get the blood out.

And he said,

"Wear my distance like a new skin.

Show me palms that only push away."